Bianca Black·May 4she isThe air is breathy, the dark dances just ahead. Her fork spotlit by the stout lamp, The book to the left, an old friend, now estranged The…
Bianca Black·Sep 29, 2025Before Words (after Nick and the Candlestick)Image by Urban Vintage on UnsplashA response icon1A response icon1
InStorymakerbyBianca Black·Sep 29, 2025WeddingImage by Stephanie Hernandez on UnsplashA response icon1A response icon1
Bianca Black·May 19, 2022PostscriptWe sit down. The threads of yesterday’s contentments chase round the bread knives Constricted hopes entroping in the butter And time talks…
Bianca Black·May 10, 2022Old NewsI am suspicious of the regularity of rain Of the angularity of stacked tuna cans and a shopping list and a proffered hand and a cheerful…A response icon1A response icon1
Bianca Black·Apr 3, 2022Old doorsI will think of you in motor fumes, in throttle roars, In seals for sliding doors, in calloused hands and brioche and sweet filaments for…
Bianca Black·Dec 20, 2021The OverflowsMy hands are not a little tired My mind not a little wornA response icon1A response icon1
Bianca Black·Jul 3, 2021NightwalkingI am walking again, at night, heel to toe.A response icon1A response icon1
