Cayo Santa Maria (Written in Cayo Santa Maria, Cuba in February 2017, right after meditation on the beach) Crashing wave reaching high up on to the beach, then disappearing like a dream, like some understanding, into silent sand (a […]
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Poetry
Chronic Fatigue System Too tired to exercise (who gets mono in their 50s?), endorphins droop and symptoms of menopause return, drench night’s sheets. And the bones, breaking down, what that other poet said, ‘the leaking’ or ‘letting in of […]
Peuple dilué investigates the psychology of bodies untethered to borders and regions. Originally inspired by the Roma population of Sutka, Macedonia, this on-going series explores the idea of a people versus a nation and transient identities.
Early Work History: Sold sugary fruit-flavored shaved ice piraguas on busy South Bronx streets for chump change. Opened laundromat mornings to sweep mop roll down lock steely cocoon face at night. Loaded outdoor lumberyard truck with plywood sheet-rock […]
It feels like a story at the right moment
The Stone told The Sculptor what it wanted to be.
Seule et honteuse dans mon lit
Can I look down and see my ageing, knuckled hands...
After the storm, turned my back on my lover till he sighed and left.
Two stories, one set in Canada, the other in India
The Hindu goddess Durga represents strength, motherhood and the victory of good over evil.
The images of flowers framed in dark secrets
a woman clutching the arm of a cloud
He drove me in a TATA cab through the streets of Old and New Delhi. The air un-breathable. I heard his bone voice breaking down telling why he didn’t vote for “the man who wears a […]
Ellipse I am the chaos of my father’s order I am the conscience of his delight I am the fantasy of his prison I am the mirror of my father’s light I am the axis of his revolution I […]
I came looking for you on the streets of Montparnasse boulevard Arago, rue Saint-Jacques, rue Mouffetard, boulevard Raspail place de l’Odéon I came looking for a woman solitary not afraid living on coffee and fine on the money men […]
Canadian poetry The birds are quiet here. They do not shout or bang about the window openings. They are discreet and twitter from a distance screened by shrub and fence, minding their business. Perfume All my life, […]
Woman in the dream of the pink house I listen to you tell, Éloïse. Years before this dream. Perhaps it is taboo because it is ugly. We are stripping corn and talking. I stare at your bruised […]
In the Drear Light of Zoo I see my shadow Elongated Etiolated, uprooted And high Plugged into the miracle Of electricity I buzz harmonies Of post-bop Kabala The Caliban of a soul I have Crouches in hiding […]
ARS POETICA Although I have dreamt of floating virginal and weightless, my blue gown ballooning on an updraft, orange fire rippling off my fingers, I am crouching naked, my pale breasts stretched slightly, brown nipples spilling into […]
Wood ashes I growl in the back of my throat. There will always be ashes waiting to be carried out. Cold, burnt out, the opposite of harmful. Composition of ash: animal to vegetable to mineral soul. […]
Reprieve Back again in Brooklyn, where it’s hot.Coffee upstairs in McDonald’s withA.C., at eighty-sixth and twentieth.Music piped, that’s not unbearable.The subway, elevated here, in view,And people, people, people, everywhere.For this is home, Calcutta in the West… The NY Times: a […]
De Maiz… Everyone is igualdad Said the man of the wise mind And the old hands He told me We are getting lost This is the way to find ourselves You grab this maiz You use the coa of free […]
SAND PLAINS, 1848 When deer are mating: The clatter of antlers. Sound of the drum beating- Log house where the family lived. Planted maize, sunflowers, and squash. Plum-red forest berries, wild rice. To woo a yakon:kwe- A woman of the […]
My hands can still plough the fields. He was a teacher, my younger boy He taught me to write my name Suddenly for days he lay on the bed Malaria in the brain, they said We waited for a miracle […]
The armed settlers descend from their colonies on the hill tops on the Palestinian farmers of Sousia day in and day out, damaging their crops and orchards and denying them access to their own land and wells. Settlements Mansions […]
In Gaza breast milk for two years a well-spaced brother organic baby food furniture safety-checked growth carefully plotted then a well-chosen small school private lessons perhaps helmets even for sledding certainly for riding, figure skating enrichment in Gaza […]
[from my Iraq suite, “Howl to the Dying of the Moon”] * A lean desert wolf howls... A child is being carried to her grave her tiny mouth closed forever but do not weep - do not weep! just open […]
Apocalyptic Phone Call, 2002 On the phone, you told me you’d found Jesus, that you never really lost him, just strayed, made your way back, and I should read my gospels, all of them, Old Testament and New, familiarize myself […]
(Every few months, perhaps weeks, there is a major Coal mine accident in China. Environmental issues are not just climate change issues, but health and safety issues for the poor of China and elsewhere.) Rana Bose December 10, 2004 […]
