On her death day she spat apple seeds coughed up the past in her palm and handed it to me to plant within the walls of our living room so…

I’m sorting through the stars that we used to call by the names of people we once loved, now dead not gone. The brightest of them all fell tonight onto my…

We are the minutes, scattered The parts that make up An hour, a day, a life All of existence Ticking within Tickling us to play. Thanks for reading. Visit zadi.co…

Overwhelmed by the air We can’t breathe between us Standing six feet apart Too far for a trust fall Leaning in and away Clocks ticking in quicksand Holding still, shallow…

sun polish has gone streets clogged by wrappers and newspapers rain ankle deep tenement sponges soaking up this drumming of gray what goes up is always coming down around my way…