I Sing a Sweet and Simple Song ~ my life, as i see it ~ Bow to me said the sky, every day, and I bowed without knowing why. But I was thankful for its indigo blanket. You are mine to keep, said the earth and I readily agreed for…

Eating Desert Sands, It Will Come ~ and I’d rather be on a rock ~ Ecstatic shimmering of heat-crazed air thrums above a chameleon which is and is not there, on a huddle of meiotic rocks clinging to shy patches of cool. Subject to whims and edicts of light, now mottled then opaquely tan suddenly slate…

Paradox of a Drowned River-Flower ~ a dark love poem ~ You said in voice infirm, sight ravished by too many suns and glimpsed chimeras, nothing is forever. I walked a chained walk on a scorched immaculacy, shattered splashes of yesterday’s innocence. And I was left with a sharded sun black flowers and severed arms…

The Woman Who Would Be Mother ~ though we did not share a womb ~ It’s dusk. “Come child, sit” she’d say. Wood fire clay courtyard small and damp smell of which sits in my soul like aromatic earth even today. My Ayah’s lap a cradle like no other a cradle of cloud, amplitude and simply …

Ghosts of a Lost World ~ and we must live ~ The outside world. Do red and purple neon signs pierce hazy skies, still, and roadside cafes animate the night? Can laughter be heard as girls, buoyed by sunshine, excitement and expectancy walk to school? Is there really a world left out there? I will…

A Love Story — Her eyes were closed, his open, and between the woman and the man, ghost screams rose, and like thin long birds that break their beaks against cracked mirrors, flapped around, then settled to roost in the disquiet of an abandoned citadel of silence. Both lay at the edge of an…

Exile in Egypt ~ Cairo, day one of two years ~ Like shards of crystal slanted with gold, dragonflies hover and hasten in green clouds of an ancient Ficus more a terraced geographical feature than an arboreal entity, they dart and skim then dance down to sip cool waters from a pool undisturbed…

Give Me a Vulture Any Day ~ On some things I am clear ~ and I will not go quietly I judge the murderer I judge the rapist I cannot judge a woman or a victim who kills a tormentor. The anguished know — within shadows agonies cry gems die everyone hears no one hears. They…