By Noah Vale A calling in flame and drumbeat.They gathered in silence older than bone,Around a fire that didn’t burn,But remembered.Ash and ember spoke my name,In tongues I hadn’t learned yet:YanguYanguYangu!The drums weren’t playedThey were summoned;Each beat, a footstep from the unseen.Each rhythm, a fingerprint of my past,Tapping at my chest chanting:Do you hear us... Continue Reading →

By Noah Vale The women I love I could never writePoems aboutThe words would slip through my fingers,Spilled ink drying before meaning couldForm.But whiskey, painkillers, and cigarettesI could lead forums about,Speak in tongues of smoke and burn,Turn my wounds into well-crafted sentences. They listen when I talk about the bottle’sComfort,The numbing lull of little white... Continue Reading →