Poetry
–Why are you translating me? –-I want to understand every word in your body. –You…
Bronx, NY (1847-Present) From this cottage,where he heardhis young cousinbride, Virginia (our Annabel Lee), fighther…
If only finches, phoebes, mourning doves could say – rice exploded in our foundling avian…
S****************: T***************L ARS IN A BOW El Paso. ZE All summer we set out to…
“Ah Sweet Soul,” says Love, “You know more than you are sayng.” Marguerite Porete from…
From the series To our Poets (to Orides Fontela) I left some roses here, near…
if the dream is to go beyond empire if the dream is to stretch our…
August wallpaper interlude March
Edge “A woman is perfected.” Sylvia Plath She is bare. She is open. Petals around…