by Hiro Boga | Deva Alchemy, Poetry
Poems are living beings. They enter through your skin and eyes and ears; they swim in through your dreams. They burn through the fog of everydayness to reveal life’s brilliance hiding in plain sight. They transform your biology, your history, the rhythms of your...
by Hiro Boga | Creativity, Poetry
She hangs like a crooked brooch in a perfect, sable sky. Your fingers itch to straighten her, just so — a little more to the left, a little higher in the upper right-hand corner. Yes. But then, there’s her disappointing light, that shade of curdled cream, so...