in the stream behind
your house we absconded
with one, he pinched
at my cupped palms
as we... [+]
Poetry
in the stream behind
your house we absconded
with one, he pinched
at my cupped palms
as we... [+]
When you were two, we snapped this photo on the island. Back
when your hair tickled your shoulders... [+]
In the country of your birth,
you learn to call redeemer,
to call magician, to call the
code... [+]
In the glow of this
neon mountain,
framing her face
like a fluorescent halo
from behind... [+]
To Zarja
Wherever you go, I will follow
through groves, where cypresses huddle like shy brown... [+]
It’s hot today. I’m glad they built no tent
though men will come just to watch women now.... [+]
And the poor have the sufferings to which they are fairly accustomed
And each in the cell of... [+]
They are fighting in the library:
whether or not to label classic books,
the well-loved... [+]
In the morning night
When streetlight shadows
Scramble rat-ways
Under parked cars
And... [+]
The birds sing
As I sit in stagnant heat
Hands on still oars,
And the lake mirrors the... [+]
They serve
Pit-cooked pork
Says the sign
Beneath the mossy oaks
Of Alligator Swamp,... [+]