I thought I died a desert
rolled inside
lava beds
paralyzed by the eight legged
photophobic sun
I thought I died a desert
until the coyote laughed
heaps of boulders
into rear view mirror [Read more…]
I thought I died a desert
rolled inside
lava beds
paralyzed by the eight legged
photophobic sun
I thought I died a desert
until the coyote laughed
heaps of boulders
into rear view mirror [Read more…]
I will still be wrapped in silk
when the winding cloth
is placed on altars by priests
Fasting
when the darkened churches
glow [Read more…]
The dead don’t lie
they aren’t sleeping
never passed away
crossed over
departed
nor do they rest in peace [Read more…]
Stumbling out to see
fishing for a way through the hole
in a telephone booth
Time calls
from reflective glass
to the wheelbarrow dangling over
rusty swing set
[Read more…]
Stay humble
the rain takes names
Time does not tell the truth:
It doesn’t count.
Not a mark made
the ground won’t swallow
no part of earth
that doesn’t float on fire
[Read more…]
Salty sunlight
peels paint off doors
Exposes wood from trees
thirsty for the shade
they sloshed onto infertile ground [Read more…]
We whirl
on turning earth
circling sun
until the buzzing hive
hums honeycomb light
The universe expands
as we contract
into needles of pirouetting grass
where feet float
and poems write themselves
on the colorless pigment of waves [Read more…]
A white shirt
dangles from the window
a suitcase
waits 20 years to be loaded into the car
No magnetic
sense of direction
just unread signs
The gold hand
knocks
until rust shuts it down [Read more…]
I took off my shoes
sat down in the darkness
I had been running away from
since dawn
Now that my eyes
have adjusted to night’s numerous shades
I see my effort to keep pace with sun
illuminated shadows
I don’t need to race against
the light of my darkness
any longer [Read more…]
A tree
doesn’t know it clings to cliff
Does not feel
the axe of a wave
resonate from trunk to green fingertips
It isn’t mesmerized
by the sun braided sea
that moves me to hold onto clay lumps
for dear life
A tree doesn’t know
everything on earth is
falling
Falling
in love [Read more…]
Bless this house
built by many hands
holding together one generation after another
Light incense to elevate
its collective memory from dusty stairwells
and attics
Keep fresh flowers on tables
to give neglected alcoves the color
of imagination
Bless this house with water
to see ourselves clearly reflected on windows
because every room
is a living organism
that requires upkeep and restoration [Read more…]
TRAUMA
(Inspired by the women of the Armenian Genocide who were tattooed by their captors).
The body remembers
contusions the epidermis forgets
Recounts kisses
forcibly sealed within lips
Carry’s the weight
of wounds
time hastily erases
Feels the blunt force
of each hand
tied behind back
Bleeds internally
until the needle of a voice
punctures skin
with the name of the transgressor. [Read more…]
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