the child / who won’t be alive tomorrowthe child / taking refuge in a hospitalwith three brothers / one sister / and a mother who says /come on / we have to go...
Poetry
He has traveled so far, he must sleep nowthe profound sleep of the laborer. Fluorescent lights dangle like white monsters.Slowly his universe magnifies to four...
Through the neighbor’s yardpast the decomposing woodpilewhere once a ruby red fox had burrowedand given birth to three little jewels of her ownbefore animal...
As we step over stones,weaving like the roots of olive trees along the misty hillside,I slip on a glimmer of sun on slick rock. Peter chokes down a snortbut...
This crazy world is almost overAnd I never got the chance to plant a tree.A tree the way that trees used to be.We live in them now since the plague—Or rather...
1He loads fresh water,then he packs the summer fruits,salt fishes, and drybread.He shrouds his knife;it hangs, hidden in lambskinsofter than an infant’s gaze...
We are flesh made for water, bone and soul. Our thirst cries out, gritty voices longing for still waters, the promise of rescue. Delivering the remnant from...
eating disease to be one with the world to live as fully as possible in awareness of all of it Licking wounds You get used to it Drinking the water at the...
“At midnight the man was startled and turned over, and there, lying at his feet, was a woman!” (Ruth 3:8) You went to him in the night. Did you rehearse it...
“Snake venom is used to cure snakebites!” —Tehching Hsieh First. Note the pattern of all growing things. Each has an elegant unconsciousness calling that being...
