Second Coming
After Mahmoud Darwish our names will not dissipate : we will become air your lungs turn you breathless churn you to produce a feral pulp : activate our water spirits whiteness reckoned we create a Final Passage : our future
Waiting Outside the Ketamine Clinic at Overlake Medical Center
Spring is a brave knot of daffodils and one flowering cherry in a parking lot where I watch patients make their way across the pavement in a cold splatter of rain, gait careful as a cup too full, caregiver gentle at the elbow. But you, my son, are like vapor when you appear at the glass doors, black hood drawn… Read more →
Autumn Zuihitsu
The mythology of our autumn minds, scatter-shot and red-leafy and uplifted, we rely on the black roots winding and stretching from our windows that remind us when leaves should shudder, tumble, tell. We rely so much on every single face but ours. So many smatterings of colors. * I care so much for you. You are a sliver of moon/pie,… Read more →