by Hiro Boga | Poetry
She won’t be held in pants with tightly buttoned waists, their tailored creases knifing into glittering conversations. She won’t enter the clamorous avenues of your angular world. Her roundness deflects your demands. She will not offer you mirrored...
by Hiro Boga | Soul Business
by Hiro Boga | Poetry
On this day of renewal, when we celebrate the miracle of life emerging from broken ground — I offer you the tenderness of this poem by George McWhirter. May you savour, with a joyful heart, “the roughest, dearest sugar of the fruit.” ON PANCAKE...
by Hiro Boga | Poetry
Each morning, I read poems — sometimes, a single drop of a poem that widens and ripples through my life all day; sometimes, a dancing river of poems that sweeps me towards a glimmering horizon. Poems restore my soul, return me to my beating heart, to my breath...
by Hiro Boga | Poetry
This poem, an excerpt from Adrienne Rich’s long-form poem, Contradictions, sings of this wild, windy, October Sunday. And of all the things that arrive “before we’re ready” — great, crashing angels bearing the spilling light of our future...
