Take us ornately hanging girls  composed of candles and scintillating light, as sacred as bael fruit. It is our wild-born nature to cling to the..

Blue light on dark rivers, blue notes floating in veils of wind          down chasms of blue canyonswhose denouement issuesinto fields of tiny bluets limning the dawn. I..

The third in eight days. Penelope, how can a life be reduced to facts,and those so few? And used to compare youwith those who died..

I saw a woman peeling an orange at a traffic light and thought of you. She had the orange on top of the steering wheel,a small,..

Note: This poem is best viewed on a Desktop Computer with widescreen. December:the table’s sinkingin drinkable amnesia and your eyes are nobodiesfrenzied with potential. It is 2009...

I knew a man.He played guitar for change.I’d buy him this and that.So he wouldn’t betoo cold and hungry. I knew a man.Who informed me..

The Wall Street Journal // Sept. 20, 2020 The courthouse that calls to me              is only five blocks from homebut I drive anyway and you are..

You disappear in June, leaving a dentin my breath. Your rosewood fragrance lingers while I stare at empty frames. To inhalenothing is its own religion,..

We are stardust—that meanswe carry death in our bones. Our breathblows out a galaxy long gone. Hugging a friend and her seaweed hair,kissing a stranger..

NOW, you should prepare by obtaining the following:  I.  For giving to a priest: 1 pound rice, ½ pound toor dal, ½ cup red chilies, ¼ cup coriander seeds ..

scab country, this;                             coagulatedfrom the fall, the bleed; picked                                                 apart, flickedso new underneath it won’t match                                                     can’t; scarlike bleach on jeans, like knuckle clean                                                            through glassbruise can yellow over, recolor;..

I recited Tagore to you at bedtime.               Tales of flower buds and fishermen,               Boat crossings on an ocean of milk.  [You settle in your sleep.] Your earrings..

I am now older than you when your body was lostbetween solid and liquid as death courted brother and foe what thoughts rose as mountains..

These daysI only read worksfrom poetsI’m intimate withnot the cigaretteafterwards kindbut morein a crowdedroom kindwhen you readthat pieceabout smokinga cigaretteafterwardslips pursedaround a narrowfilter inhalingnicotineyour bodyabsorbing..

And that’s whyI never see Don Ramon,loaded with carrots and lettuces, walking the roadon the west sideof my little home. Have you ever thoughtof whomyou’d..

I lay on my left side, the technician’s wrist on my breast, wand pushing into my skin.He’s looking at my heart on the screen, into..

Before the flood,New Orleans gave usCrawfish plucked from spicy broth that blistered Our lips pressed silent during the awkward family dinner;Sinking gravestones that made my mother..

Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form. -Rumi 1. Why I still see you in the time since then, I can’t..

anais nin said we write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect. she was somebody great. i want to be somebody great...

My Mom said my hair wasn’t rightfor ponytails or pigtails. You’re not a normal girl.A barber’ll know what to do with this mop, she said...

Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said “God, I love you” and looked up tothe sky and really meant..

I. Español.  I used to sit in a classroom full of color, where everyone spoke with tongues the color of gold, copper, silver, and salt. Back..