The day we went to the sea mothers in Madras were mining the marina for missing children. Thatch flew in the sky, prisoners ran free, houses danced like danger in the wind. I saw a woman hold the tattered edge of the world in her hand, look past the >> MORE

Sad magician, happy playmate, you father the sounds of light bringing form to breath and awe. Honey-mouthed, your words keep wondering at bay, wondering about the scent of hunger, the aching stillness of a stone, a fern’s solitude. Your words move >> MORE

The sun sets in wide orange bars. Orion is hunting among the stars above hillsides spotted brown and white like fawns. Poems arrive as meteorites Collecting them, I try my best to impart impulses, the morse code of the heart, but I do >> MORE