Poetry

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 […]

I am the chaos of my father’s order I am the conscience of his delight

  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 […]

Humans, hungry, might jump through hoops for food. I would do it for sex ...

... and sorrow alone, unable, could not hold back the roof ...

Planta’s Plaint   I had returned to Siderea my ancestral home spending my time hitching rides on stars, swimming in milky ways, zipping in and out of darkness and thoroughly enjoying myself from my vantage point I would drink in […]

THIS FAMISHED ROAD a child picks up a glass shardI know he hasn’t eaten in daysshockedI tear after himjust in time, before it reaches his mouth.I look downto see his empty as hell tummy burstinga decent 2 rupees is what the […]

... you weren’t there to catch me And now you’re too late

Baba Moon My Moon God is Hidden There is no Light on your Face At a Distance Who are You at Night? Shiva Shines on Your Silent Face Mainly Ancient Darkness You will not see Your Children Tonight Moon God […]