Poetry

The Tree Sparrows

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

Mushroom Season

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

Octopus Theology

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

Daily Calamity

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