I peel a pomegranate,Each aril a red scar,My home is overrun,The peril is not far. A......

Birth of a Hill Shining through the cracks of life the warmth of wisdom...

Down here you’re with the possiblepre-verbal life: that holy wellwith skeletons at the bottom. You’re not......

With my perils and those of the world            upon me,I am driven to terra luctus,  silence. The symbolic lies......

The tarmac appeared to melt under the harsh sun. It was well past noon. Abdul had......

Peeling Onions The kitchen tries to say something today yellow-thick moong dal canopying...

If NatureTook a human shapeIt would beA femaleShadow self Only spectralLiving witnessTo harmBeing doneOn allFour cornersOf......

By now, I should know how to do it. Begin. I look at the sheets of......

Hold the moon carefully,it’s very fragileso easily brokenby the human touchjust like the earth was broken,just......

One April evening I saw the danceof fireflies. Small smoulders coruscatingamidst the gnarly boughsof an old......