What I’m Holding in the Black and White Photo of Me and My First-born Son
  Neither of us smiles. I cradle his body, left arm snug across his back, right arm slung below his legs. I think I’m holding hours of night,…
after names
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
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…
Epithalamion at Magnolia Plantation
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.…
A White Bowl
Dawn. Waiting for you at the café among the whitewashed posadas. Shadows stir with dim awakenings. …
Of the Television
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
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
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
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 …