after names

poetry
  Mera nam kya hai. Mein kidhar se aayee hoon. The wanderers wander in Urdu and the kings die in English. Everyone has lost the first song. The Portuguese came…

Seven Years After

poetry
  I know, you believe in nothing, so, when you   step off the fire escape, fall into nothing, never   bloody the courtyard’s snowdrifts. Nobody   screams, rushes down…

Selfie

poetry
    Rabbits are made of watching, stillness, pulse-pound & leap. String a parade of heartbeats in the air & a rabbit will form around them. Teeth exist that can…

Epithalamion at Magnolia Plantation

poetry
  Charleston, SC   The marsh flickers in the beading of bridal lace, a train that swallows the dock as she promises tidal fidelity in the shadow of pruned oak.…

Vignettes

poetry
  I An old man wipes his glasses with a handkerchief with no corners. He remembers in circles. He cries in circles.   II A day laborer stands on a…

A White Bowl

poetry
              Dawn.  Waiting for you at the café among the whitewashed posadas.  Shadows stir with dim awakenings.               …

Of the Television

poetry
  A regulated eye, calm and gray, that let us see in deep as a mother's patient, unblinking gaze,   we peered at the unhurried overalls of mild Mr. Greenjeans…

Last Day at the Meditation Course

poetry
  The clouds aren’t clouds anymore, they’re whatever they want to be, unfocused drifters, portents of change. A hundred people are here, a hundred different courses happening, each person’s version…

Revolution 2

poetry
  I dream hate. I dream fear. I barely remember my dreams but through   the scrape of a night, I see the world is at my glass. No storms…

looking across Somes Sound

poetry
  the water all light and motion wedge of shimmer stripes of wind ripples edging tenderly to dulse and Irish moss and rocks smooth as the backs of whales  …

America

poetry
  of steel-toed boots and fixed-gear bicycles, O country of subwoofers and subterranean shelters,   of men on green fields in armor, of men on sand in skin, of skin…