Faleti, Ola 2022
Moist Guinness bottles cling to our thighs. You taught me how to taste the full-bodied. How to
take a pit and weaponize it, which feels right as we swivel the fruit in our mouths. We separate
red flesh from stem too easy, like the stem was never important for the body’s growth.
– Ola Faleti, “Cherries”
Read Ola Faleti’s prose piece “On Formative Spaces”:
on formative spaces – ola faleti
To say 2023 has been a whirlwind would be an understatement of the highest order, hence the lapse in posts. Let’s just say I’m in the midst of launching multiple creative ventures/projects (!!!) at the moment.
sadness is the species of knowing; all mirth, sunshine,
cotton candy pink and sticky mouth, pretty horses, dragon…
– Ola Faleti, “because we are ours, no matter the distance”
