Directions to My Muse Undo the four screws on the plastic back of the transistor radio. Lift off the square with care. Let the tiny people blossom in the cup of your palm. Hold the music, its weight— write what... Continue Reading →
Elemental Imbalance One day at the public water station in the refugee camp, the flow slipped to a trickle, thinned and choked. There was nothing. Only naked children, their young mothers, empty plastic jugs, and a smell of tiredness— so... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 