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There Will Be Poems that Escape Our Catching

Grace The many tremors comeunannounced, but we knowthey are coming. The old earthgives way and soft papayasare on the ground. Lemongrassfills the air and everywhere...

Canned Sardines

Red, orange and brownYour lunch, your dinnerYou don’t have a choiceFor it’s your only fare now It’s now on sale in storesBuy now; it’s buy...

Grandmother Cooking

Mamay, here you are soaking the soft riceAnd wrapping them in the leaves tender, darkenedDarkened by the tiniest flame that you whispered to.The bundles...

Things My Cat Ate

Not the red ball of yarn I threw at her,a lizard’s tail,the bright threads of a woolen rag,a fish head, some greens that felloff...

Because A… Rosebud

because a wounded rosebudtaunts the harvest moonand a failed moonbeamlimps among the dewdropswaltzing on the evening grassmy soulis searedin the embersof a brown passion Written...

Darning

When all is done, Mama shows mehow to knot the final stitch, carefulnot to tug too tightly at the thread.The doctor must have performedthe...

You, Too, Are a Pilgrim

“Look!” she exclaimed. I followed her clue toward the glinting blue, and I saw a flock of birds on an expedition. As if on...

Thank you

They came before the day began,before I was ready to be seen.Pink lilies, shyly unfoldingagainst the raindrops of morning.Too early,and yet, how touching,that someone...

PARCH

Between usa wildernessof no-treesdevoid of riversbare as the GobiHere windshowl turned loosefrom all directionsThey bury medeep quick as they leapupon mefilling my throat to...

WEARING BLACK ON ST. VALENTINE’S DAY

jet-blackmy get-up today, from the upperto the underwear:black shirt, the color of mourningon this loveliest of mornings.black denims, the hue of rue.black shoes and...