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cough in your throat, snake in the woodpile, outside, the poets remember too loudly— quiet, please, time is passing. every morning cracks...

The moon casts her milky drape  over stoney gardens—shadowed with crosses stretching the grass. My blistered tongue whispers,  entreats...

I live in the house my grandfather built when he was young and strong, and filled with love and dreams. Where I lay me down to sleep was...

We come to it After a walk Through a field Late afternoon Shadows closing in Sunlight already golden. Old tree, Its beard scraggly...

there is more than one way to look at it.  outside the wood gift shop there is the desert, the gray hill  but the scrub shivers like...

Perhaps they too were lonely, Not among themselves so much As among their own kind. Loneliness was a hand reaching Through the darkness...

such delightful isolation surrounding  as my mind opens up  like a gentle stab velvet car crash chewing on knives  and I’m speechless...

Where was he going All that time, Plunging deeper Toward dark water Minutes from the light? He must have known his chances, Hazards of...

The highest activity a human being      can attain is learning for understanding,           because to understand is to be free.    ...

When the velvet greens are washed with rain and dirt,  And the dirt is washed with hands like the surgery of a seed— The child I once...

Lined up like make-believe guests, potted ferns Adorned the entry, their cool shadows dim Switching the parlor—life’s last living room—...

I. Camellian She was made in the image of Camellia. Her lips boasted a cherry blossom, carved carmine cheeks dripped into her yellow...

the damned stands before her ʻāina ,  repressed tears embellish her limpid eyes  as she overlooks the lavender, melancholy skies, ...

With enough years of practice, I easily store six days  of outfits in a single backpack pocket Crumpled five dollar bills tucked in...

My Sufi guide and I are meeting on Zoom. She welcomes me with a home-run smile and a “Hi” laced with joy. “Read me one of your poems,”...

My arrowroot forgives me easily For lax unintentional dry spells when Leaf blades fold in when parched, like palms upright, Tight clasped...

I sit in the middle of the wild  to watch the last of my wilderness  build a shed, take shelter,  carve a canoe from my bones. Here the...

Rising from the murky depths of an unconscious soul or a conscious id; whether Freudian, Jungian or surrealian, "nightmares" is too soft...

Necklaces of jasmine-flowered words cling to the throats of whimsical tourists before blending with the bustle of Bangkok like clownfish...

an unfinished feeling, he prays to something beautiful that doesn’t have a name. he tells god he must learn to be five again, when time...