Poetry

    God God yawns and rakes a hand through silver hair, pulls faces, tweaks noses. God’s life is not as one supposes. God is always neatly dressed,...

    -1- Not now, not in this room, Too many clouds, waves, rowdies and easy nights, So they’re giving up the whole shebang, Those desecrated skies where she would...

  (Author's note: The below poems were inspired by early Chinese poetry) *Lost in the Vast Cosmos (After Liu Yong) The sickle moon is a false smile in...

    Translated by Jaya Anitha Abraham   The girl called Isis* The child on the shore Writes about the sea She is not afraid, That the maiden wave might Erase the first...

    Introductory note:   Ashvamedha, a poem in Irish and English by Gabriel Rosenstock, awakens a very distant memory of a ritual which is associated not only with...

   A Rose by its name only This is it – a rose, not quite pink, not quite yellow, but both at once, and red and white besides. Awed by its beauty, sniffing...

   My New Home’s Inhabitant Dusty sunlight crawls flat on the wall skipping the cracks or falling deeply inside them. My eyes catch the edge of this lazy, auburn...

    Home SchoolingNovember and April when the trees are first bare and last naked have become my favorite months. All the food eaten except last rose hips and...

    Easel Schizo and Phrenia Two people in one room Both like each other Both hate each other So when an easel was gifted to Schizo Phrenia objected I...

    The interrogationYou carried the holocaust hidden in a cup, like a wolf as it would a howl biding its time.Need I remind you that my buoyancy...