‘…In Knuckle Glyphs’: Haitian-American Poet Stephanie Ambroise.

7 Mar

So happy to have discovered the work of the talented poet Stephanie Ambroise. The work is visceral and exciting, full of compelling imagery and original ideas; refreshing yet darkly (and joyously so) introspective. But don’t take my word for it……

preaches from the writer’s block

i am not a poet.
the creases in my fingers
do not exist
to bend
to the whim of my heart’s need
to expel verbal aesthetics,
my hand is at rest,
the lines on my knuckles
are not river or blood beds,
nor are they hierohlyphic
messages from ancestors


some days, the world kicks my
knee-caps so i can fall asleep. here the air
tastes like mango juice cheek leaks at 104 degrees
and i wake in want of this dream’s origins,
taste the air of some forbidden place,
and not write.

if heavens scribed haiti onto this earth,
just so…

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