“The most potent weapon of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed.” — Steve Bantu Biko I remember. I […]
Walls You tell me you are not like me. Nor am I like you, but obliterating my thoughts, my feelings, […]
Pororoca Do you hear the lament of the deep riverwhere you played as a childlaughed when youngand in which you […]
“Poetry’s appeal is rooted in emotion. It tends to chase people away whenever it becomes too cerebral.” Michael Fraser Author […]
Chernobyl II Revelation 8:10-11 “… the waters became wormwood; and many men died of the waters, because they […]
There Was a Wind There was a wind blowing outside, a dog barking, flashing headlights. When your stomach turned […]
POEM OF THE UNFINISHED SANDWICH Tomato slice, white baladi cheese, rye, a bite taken from one […]
Green String Beans Long thin beans on slender stems, fresh, smooth velvet carefully picked, weighed, lifted. Carried them as […]
And you’d ask: Why do you write about fetuses
and swallows, “Ciuri, Ciuri”? Flowers, Flowers.
I wanted to make a soundscape with the rhythmic patterns of my father’s voice and cadence, as well as his poetic presentation.
Social feeds serve bodies, bludgeoned and lynched.
A girl could fall 40 years through time
to chase transgression, tussle demons in a private show
to escape—one last time—that worn-out chest
blows between earth and sky
A stilled world, living in frames?
clenched muscles relax without warning
on the lake shuts tight
Bring me flowers and bees.
sagging above the deep
Stardust and Moonlight: A Love Poem Beaches built of melted Sun. Iridescent air Lavender thoughts sprinkle Yearning on […]
Dhrupad of Destruction I see Nataraja dancing on a lofty hill, to the sound of crushing ice, Melting glaciers […]
Eocene Time of rising temperatures the dawn horse gallops on primitive hooves greeting the day’s heat with hunger and […]
Dusk On Loukes Lake (for Kathleen) thin spirits of mist rise immobile on a lake flooded to ice by the […]
Mitochondrial Eve A plague of poppies: salmon, tomato, apricot. Some years I save the seeds, audible in upright […]
Turbulence it’s not the breath, in or out not quite breath’s only the boundary sneaks past smooth ebbs on […]
Cardinal Flower Red flash— a few sprigs puncture the monotony of brown-green bog, never-ending evergreens and skeletons of cedar. […]
Snow Is Falling Snow is falling. The earth turns white. Its new skin is as smooth as silk. The […]
Summernote V Call her goddess of heath and yellow gorse. Tell her you have left the moon unlit. […]
I am nobody else’s version of who I am You cannot set your mind based on my looks alone […]