Onoma : Writing

A Floating People, We

A Floating People, We

A Poem by Onoma


Solemnity foreshortened--the pressof limbs...hence, the wide smile ofthe enacted.Our meeting ground shimmiestoward an eternal density...as toalight th..
Irretrievable Beauty

Irretrievable Beauty

A Poem by Onoma


There is peace to be made withthis irretrievable beauty...a seeming hands-off policyof inmost heart.We're implored to take this seeingwith us...for th..
Do Not Doubt

Do Not Doubt

A Poem by Onoma


Window beaded, raindrops gnashing silverywhite, at core, grey sky in each, each toeach a composite of it.Room...an abstract memory scheme, dullblocks ..
A Gaunt, Featherweight Man

A Gaunt, Featherweight Man

A Poem by Onoma


A gaunt, featherweight Man floats in alargesse fish tank...Bloody Mary has himdrunk well before the fact of His bloodin and out.He does not kick, but ..
Mount Surmounting

Mount Surmounting

A Poem by Onoma


With a dual-handed slap of the thighs, aspastic command was conveyed to bodytake leave of the table, ennoble its perimeter.Bird's beaks were caulking ..
Word and Ramification

Word and Ramification

A Poem by Onoma


Word and ramification...it's either the ramification willbe incensed by that word, or not...no more, no less.There's nothing to define...your defining..
Muck Bit Her Ivory Nightgown , Time to Come

Muck Bit Her Ivory Nightgown , Time to Come

A Poem by Onoma


Muck bit her ivory nightgown, as if earth hungeringafter her...the delicate collapse of a napkin, she.Hours poured atop her head, her shaggy, silverym..
Silkworm, Time Come

Silkworm, Time Come

A Poem by Onoma


Silkworm breached the parcelof time, its cocooned inertiacoarsed through the opalescenteye of God to Godhood.Of time's ruination redeemedin a solitary..
 Terra Incognita

Terra Incognita

A Poem by Onoma


There's this scissoring incoherence...and obsessive cut and paste of mind.Whatever pasture made its green bed,has serial murdered...painted... with he..
The Icongraphy of Stilled Objects

The Icongraphy of Stilled Objects

A Poem by Onoma


...The icongraphy of stilled objectsin the motions of prayer.As if moments were embodied...unwilling to relent their solitude.Their reason for being t..