Two poems by Khairani Barokka

  medusozoa, neuropathic pain in kalimantan, a lake so inland in exile that jellyfish there have no sense of sting; divers swim at ease, brushing legs against ghosts. evolving out of our sense of poisoning tentacles is possibility; breathe this. the world is dying, yet holds both my enduring corpus and animals whose limbs have wept away all hurt. this is blessed plurality of sense. … Continue reading Two poems by Khairani Barokka