The Ballad Of Nirak And Molasba
Slipped and fell upon her back,
Upside down she saw the stars,
First saw Venus then saw Mars.
Allium, Peeling Onions
Peeling onions with my naked nails
Oh how close I come to paring off my parchment skin
And on it I shall write: if all else fails
This you shall send to those I’ve harbored, allies, foe and kin:
Damp My Desire?
Are you my vampire? That is what he said.
I’ll just describe it. I was on my bed
Soaking the sun and reading ‘Life and Fate’
Vasili Grossman wrote app. ’38,
Memories Of War
When I was four I crossed the road
To pick some flowers growing wild
In meadows lovely to a child
Allowed to roam the birds' abode.
Crows, Five Months After 9.11, Reread One Month After 7.7.
Bad press, that’s what we got, bad press,
Caught by our color, black we are, caught caught,
Adjustment, A Poem For Pregnancy #2
My children have been words. Words were children.
Phrases fat and thin that lined the fragile field.