Before leavingthere is timeto look aroundand dust offall thathappened.The overgrown rubber treewhere whistling bulbuls hid,the rose......

I make us some blue tea/ ask you to sit with me/ we talk about morning glories...

I incline to the center to stay close to home— carapaceof dust from the milling crowd......

Houses with mirrors at their doorstep are a wonder in the realm of interior design...

After he leaves for the airportthe dust from his shoes settles on the floor. The smell......

Aajoba looked like he was lying down peacefully. Like the days we finished a lunch of......

After he leaves for the airport the dust from his shoes settles on the floor....

Tibetan refugees hang their prayer flagsRed, blue and yellowIn a string across roof topsFluttering with wafts......

“Pass me the spatula,” she presented her opened palm. The tomato puree bubbled, sending out herbaceous......

If only she had been allowed to complete her story A voice from behind...