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Seven out of ten farmers have no land

Seven out of ten lands have no song Seven out of ten songs have no scent Seven out of ten scents have no tears Seven out of...

Passion of Waterfalls

Let me remember the passionthat propels you to caress the napeof the cliff as you slither towardthe rim of the ridge. And then you execute...

Imbalance, A Brief History of

I. 2 a.m. is odd for a doctor’s appointment but the phallic paintings help with the anxiety. “He treats famous men,” was the receptionist excuse for the schedule and interior. “You’re...

Of Science, Of Fate

Frost eyes stare into the layers and layers underneath. Rotate, adjust, rotate, adjust. some eyes are made to look at what’s under miscroscopes and see the dinosaur-old cells within barely human humans.   Cold hands...

Arranging Furniture at Midnight

I move chairs at midnight, Adjusting my wife’s preference Which one is facing which. The cats are doing football Banging on tables and walls. All six of them, Siamese versus Persian All team High Maintenance. My angry wife wakes up, Reminding us she needs to sleep. I’d pay for this in the morning, When...

Patterns

The chisel as creator Lends shape to wood, to stone. Shape being the truth of character, Reality of body and bone, Sculpted fact of form, The confidence of matter. The paintbrush as creator Draws maps of rainbows, Contours of celebrations, Then blends faithful colors With their reserved spaces. Spaces being the measure of possibilities That...

Indignation as Elegy

An elephant without a face greeted me on Facebook today, his trunk and tusks hacked away by poachers eager for ivory. At first I thought it was a watermelon sliced in half, mistaking the pinkish blood for the pulpy flesh of succulent fruit. Why bother to extract excessive teeth and risk being...

Two Poems

ELEGY I am trying to catch the best of Life as lived with my grandchildren I am trying to comprehend death When I see humans good as dead As a sudden explosion transforms A house of healing Into grim inferno of the dead and the dying And wounded children wailing Desperately looking For...

Along the Astral Sky

For that one person that I never met,why does my heart feel so shallow?you take a huge portion of my soulyet somehow we never crossed paths. The whole universe stops when I imagineyou making dreams better than all realities.Two entities dazzling in the void...

Gantsilyo

Yarn, like stemsWinding around a steel bough. Shaped into something different,Gloves, a scarf – a present
For your absentee mother. Stalks pulled apart by tensionWith lasting curls,
Never returning to what it was.

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