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;
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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
Poetry
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
Poetry
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.
Poetry
Farmers’ Market
The children double-time, surrendering keffiyahs and hijabs to the breeze. They will not make it.
Poetry
Myth Making
I would have sat you down and explained, poured you a mug of coffee and placed it on that aqua-painted table we bought at the thrift store that winter in Alaska
Poetry
Untitled
Bare every women and rip her on the streets, And spare not even your mother, own The pound for murder lingers no more,
Poetry
Les femmes d’Haïti
Woman carrying basket of pineapple Atop her head, hair like an Arabesque carpet Woven with a million coarse black threads
Poetry
The Fruits of Halabja
children who had eaten breakfast with their mothers took their supper with their ancestors.
Poetry
A Welcome Note to the Edible Boy
Atop the flashy designation Quivering, is my name in bold
Poetry
August, 42nd
There is no relief, no getting over this heat, so I settle down and stare into the sky
Poetry
Classicism beneath the glass
Disparate fragments flew from their frames A memory or a moment lost
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The Addict
I took you out to dinner to celebrate Your upcoming Rehab stay. I took you out to dinner to comfort You when you missed the train.
Poetry
The Mental Migration & I Am Awake
I am forced to catalog these collisions. Exquisite explosions of potential flow through me…