Poetry

How does one speak of love amnesia is an attic full of salvation,a tainted spine…

is first of all not a person with anyedges. She has a strong middle but…

She plucked and weeded melike her private garden.Tending to melike a page from her Koran,or…

The Pianist Pruning my words as tranquil targets,three girls aged ten trebled my responseto our…

How to know that you’re new to New York The mailman is your friend now.…

Beauty in stillness, evinced by dead flowersin milkjugs. I found untold power hidden at the…

Once upon a routine death,February snow wears a cold nightin its cataracted eyes, and sets…

If my clothes get torn, I mend themIf soiled, I wash themIf I find no…

Crenulated by ancient toil thiswall of sand stands againstthe sky and stretches. At night itturns…

Sunday Sunlight and anxiolytic floradrink themselves silly;an eastern pinch of sky blurtslike it forgot to…