Poetry
From the River Ravi
The river is hurt, a toxic belly with bloated minnows, lovers dumped. I walk its cusp.
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Poetry
After Schizophrenia
We were smithereens paroxysms curated into a lamellar
Poetry
Dance my Tsifteteli
Boubouka dancing in the middle of the small floor her costume revealing bare legs belly, shoulders and arms
Poetry
The Ideal City
… its studied perspective and funneled point of view having sucked me in to roam a plaza almost entirely empty
Poetry
Like the Blue Like Infinity
From you, the wings of a seraphim grow. Like the blue. Like infinity.
Poetry
Masterpiece
Lying on the bed tired half asleep hair disheveled one breast free from bounds
Poetry
Long Before The End of The World
It’s under my skin, spread out like a thin layer of drying pus between the transverse ligaments of my forearms the ropey muscles that pit in the backs of my knees
Poetry
The Dust Eater
She squats by the sluggish cerise tinged river Under a heavily laden tree with debauched fruit
Poetry
Mother Drinks Wine on Thanksgiving
Mother, out of the nursing home for Thanksgiving, skeletally osteo-arthritic at ninety-two, smacks her thin lips at the first taste of white wine like Priscilla, Queen of the Wine Harvest;
Poetry
Music
How do I express the god that’s gone seemingly forever into darkness?
Poetry
The Streets of Paris
Bare-breasted nymphs with six arms or more: A model, a pageant, a dancer and a whore, Paraded before a kipa, a hijaab and a turban;
Poetry
Guava
Guava is not a fruit but an Indian afternoon lingering red in a summer adolescence
Poetry
Everything Happens While I Sleep
The sand is wet from the forgotten rain that poured over the streets and shop corners last night.
Poetry
One of Us
Somewhere in a town where time has died and where the river does not speak, I see you staring at the fishermen
Poetry
After the Noon
in the aloe I reside accosted by the ragweed
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Insignia
a leaf has come to the door so bend the ear to whence we reinvented ourselves through curlicues of air,
Poetry
From the Beginning
Did you exist in God’s mind from the beginning? Persisting as light that shined from the beginning?
Poetry
Letters to Federico
Your initial lines still as unreadable, Final lines just as your self, How your words had gradually Ascended Into your overwhelming sense of Shame, sorrow, and fire.
Poetry
Too little salt, too much sea
your teethmarked bones ached for a lie
Poetry
OREGON COAST: THE SEARCH FOR ORDER IN SEPARATE THINGS
Umbrellas and pity passed me by as water from heaven fell onto pop cans and whiskey bottles thrown on the grass and sidewalk.
Poetry
THE HOUSE THAT LOTA DE MACEDO SOARES BUILT IN SAMAMBAIA
When the cascade was revealed its babble was replaced by the allegations of cotinga birds and the pleas of tamarin monkeys.
Poetry
Shiva Bhairava
Sandalwood statue, you’ve fed yourself to River Karnali; currents gnawed everything you are not.
Poetry
Pandavas
We stood in a row, I do not remember who led, Who brought up the rear, But the fireflies raged, Lighting up the forest, the velvet rocks
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Bhasha Dibosh
every night you ask why I love you and every night I fail to answer. Tonight, on Bhasha Dibosh, I have an answer.