oh, thank god he said, cone. my fists bloom / flat palms to spoon back into my pockets, / though the scorpion scratching my cochlea / continues like a skeptic testing theories.

Victor J. Blue is a New York based photojournalist whose work is most often concerned with the legacy of armed conflict, human rights and the protection of civilian populations, and unequal outcomes resulting from policy and politics.

on the table: a pyramid, a spongy rock soaked / in oil and a vase of forest. the climbers, the rock / breakers and the peanut growers have colluded / mixing their lands together again.