War I have been described by it, often seen it rise up the mouths of strangers, as if to say all things foreign – note: referring to me, or, my […]

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 […]

I SING THEREFORE WE SING I need you to understand: my joy is something you can wear, too. Throw it over your head like a blessing bestowed, keep it wrapped […]

MY BODY, HAVING LEARNED RESURRECTION The day ripens on my face. The opening of my eyes is the plucking of stars and I want to keep the glistening thing forever […]