The dark climb before dawnto catch the first lightbefore it grows common.Windows rolled downto un-spelled anagramsall over night’s loose gown. Memory of an early downpourIn..

If it was true, if it was true, I would be sitting at one windowAll one morning, testing the strength of the color blue. Is..

Simply press the shutter halfway downto activate the metering system. Initially, you may find the system irksome,but may soon recognize its value. You’ll realize your..

I should live in Tucson or somewhere parched, with no water of its own, anyplace that can only provide me a few critical drops a..

“These are strange and uncertain times,”said the dormouse        to the drag queen’s fallen wig.The stock market was acting up again        and overflowing its banksThe lords rode the..

I’m looking at yougoing to look at flowersseated across in t r a i n s as the fields swim past usthe horses in their..

In bed, in the dark, your fingers brush the jagged “x”that marks my damaged past.I flinch out of habit, force myselfto be completely naked with..

He was a man, like all the rest, or so my mamma said. The violet and green that decorate my body, a sign of his..

This is where they come to roost in the twilight of their lives, waking to river song and birdcall riding the waves of myriad river..

No, my sweet, I would not enjoy any additional breadsticks.   I would not like your salt and garlic speckled dough cocks. Even for this..

Hiraeth  (n.) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the grief for the lost places of..

Day Dada walked out without saying Yetan, which means I’ll be back not I’m leaving. Day he left without a sound or hint, Mama pulled..

Love like a plan gone wrong Today I woke up and decided to be beautiful Everyday feels like a song in my head Looking to..

My friend Dudley and I go to the book store for something to read. It’s open mic night. “How many poems can be recited about..

Barefoot children stop and stare Gazes arrested By the banganapalli trunk Whose fruit sways gently In a summer wind And brown eyes Calculate trajectory Of..

When the frigid breeze cuts into my skin Creeps past countless layers of wool Then I grumble to Amma Where are the mangoes, I say..

For twenty-one days, we’d visit Cold rooms of a strange hospital – Eager to see a baby with hydrocephalus breathe. But I’m glad you never..

Dawn cracks over Delhi like a smooth, white egg, sunny yolk of hope, perennially dented, imperfect, in the welkin; on the wall, last night’s smoke..

“This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then..

(for Ganga, 1937-2016) “The silence of the dead is easily ignored.”- C. Dale Young You’ll never be archaeology; they’ll never find your bones. Cause today,..

I examine her face closely on Pinterest— the cracked skin, the oval sidelong face, the ripples of red hair small breasts, strong abdominal muscles, wide..