We suffer through blinding equatorial heat, refusing to unfold the suspended bamboo shade nested by a pair of hardworking, cheerless sparrows. We’ve watched them fly in-and-out of their double entryways, dried Continue reading →

the sand in your hair has fallen on the bed after we spent our last days between boulders lakes sand dunes & you were a lizard in its element & I Continue reading →

A week of rain. Then overnight a crop of mushrooms appears       by the woodpile, pale and luminous, the largest one like a hand pointing out of the earth. Continue reading →

To know pain, I ate my own leg. This is a way of suffering: I tunnel into my darkness a cave of ink, then become one in a ring of unburied Continue reading →

Would you like some sugar in your tea? Can I lift this tea bag out for you, lay it in the sink, little satchel of my heart, sopped? Your hands, can Continue reading →