from IRIE ITES ……………………………………………………. I consider the vertigo of my days. as if I am still mourning my sister’s death, the deepest absence that will not relent. When I said […]

GENESIS I listen for a sound, a voice, a whispered word swept in by the wind to get me from here to there— where the page before me becomes more […]

  THURIBLE “I’ll be loving you until the day that you are me and I am you.” — Stevie Wonder I know that homesickness is born from distance and that […]