Villagers By Ari Banias

Villagers By Ari Banias Boxes taped up and up then tied with twine | addressed on every side | in that careful longhand taught on other continents | they looked like mail bombs | going round and round the carousel | in a regional anxiety | stinking barrel of sheep’s cheese beaded in sweat | […]

Curriculum By Ari Banias

Curriculum By Ari Banias View with a cathedral in it, sooty. Fountain with the face of a merman about to spit water through chipped lower lip but holding it in. Another postcard rack. Another stall at the market displaying African waxprints on tote bags, dresses, broad skirts sold by a white man. I copy a […]

Ariya- He Loved My body But Not Me