My Cracked Pot I noticed the crack first slowly spreading at the outer side of my favorite clay pot where I cook the native dish you used to like. And layer banana leaves at the bottom, you would request. I... Continue Reading →
The Vital Act of Burying burying your dreams requires many shovels: the flat, broad “I´ll-do- it-no-matter-what” one as well as the tiny, sharp “I´ll-pierce-you-till-you-tell- the-truth” one - it has different tempi, too, ranging from the frantic “I´ll-work- till-the-dust-bites-my-lips”, or till... Continue Reading →
The Island Dog He is everyone’s; Yet he is no one’s. Vacationers arrive, discover him, Dote on him for two weeks, then disappear. He is their holiday project A story they’ll tell over dinner at home. Some allow him in,... Continue Reading →
Subtexting I don’t know if you aware of this, but I cry after our conversations, which are few and far between. Your voice grows softer with each discourse, though your laugh is still full of joy, and your wit hasn’t... Continue Reading →
Birds at the little window feeders Dark-eyed Junco, Pygmy Nuthatch having found it, now arrive every morning Chestnut-backed Chickadee, Bewick's Wren to this magical tray of seeds, corn, manna, pink nectar Rufous Hummingbird, White-crowned Sparrow indignantly ruffled feathers when it... Continue Reading →
Fractured Peonies I became black beans boiling in a witch's kettle on an open fire I became nautilus swirling inward bird as fish in the sky when he said he loved my body implying but not me Cadaver... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 