was not a metaphor, and I like to thinkthe weed wasn’t either, the wayit took me three monthsto smoke half an ouncebecause I had one..

He was a peddler in a horse-drawn wagon that sank beneath a load of watermelons, canary-yellow corn, bushels of gladiolas and mountains of ruby-red grapes...

To not go home in January, I will burn my new calendars, as if they were bridges. An exercise just for show? What do you..

The pink dogwood buds pop on green branch.In St. Peters church: beneath the Lucite cross, from his snowy mountain, rajastic in white,Father Conri gives a..

The credits roll and the audience applauds on their feet.The sunset’s colors bid adieu before the night cloaks the earth.The last leaf of autumn floats..

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..