[Image Description: A orange, stone canyon peak and surrounding edge wraps around a section of blue sky.]
Tarik Dobbs' poetry questions what love and family mean in an unknown landscape. With lush, tender, vivid language, Dobbs probes the boundaries of community and exile in these three poems.
If I believed in prophets
then my pilgrimage would have started
when I was eight years old.
at 3 am love exists within self-inflicted fingerprints
all over your lonely mounds of subsaharan sugar caneRead More