This journey, long and cold and endless. First, from Moscow on a packed train, with no......

BLACK HORSES The enemy’s dead think of me in their eternal sleep mercilessly while...

Also this springwhen cotton trees bloom againrabid dogs are at it again. They snarl in the......

Your golden voice was a curse beauty for you was fatal then your insistence...

(With acknowledgement to Mahmoud Darwish) Those who have no land, no home,washed in like debris on......

Also this spring when cotton trees bloom again rabid dogs...

Love arises out of acceptancein a land made of broken boneswhich rattles and hums a lullabyin......

Syrian immigrants smash on the rocksoff Lesbos where Sappho sang Don’t shattermy heart with fierce pain,......

Look It has fallen in my courtyard Chopped down My Neem tree has fallen...

Our dying fathers, taken inward,no longer embrace us cheek-to-cheek,but become the tongue within our tongue:gifting us......