The branch seems to float In sky’s image in water— Both are reflections. The desolation, To one with a quiet soul, Is like a refuge. Like...

After Christina Rossetti’s "Three Stages" 1. I fastened all my wishes on a star, Although the physics that it satisfied Presumed the...

I anxiously wait by the phone, My favourite villa’s up in smoke, Barbarians are nearing Rome. I’m rich in titles, yet I’m broke. Great...

Falling Through Water Your eyes face a fading light, searching the sway of a young man whose footprints are shadows on a dark sea. You...

Three ships sailed on a sea’s soft swell, a small sea, but one full of wrecks. In those wrecks, drowned men, their spent bones and from...

Forever We are way out here on the edge of town, and a breathless, gushing ocean clings to your tidewash of shards. We are way out here...

I marvel at the way elderly couples can walk together with such delicateness that it’s like they’re holding the fate of the world in...

We have been promised gold like this before … But, now it glows on trees, we can't ignore it. One day we'll harvest it … Or mine it,...

I. One morning, I found Lilacs in the rain: The sun had fled, the birds had stopped singing, The skies were dimmed by gaunt and graying...

The first soft days of springtime greet my eyes Like a young girl’s face, smiling fresh and clean, The sunlight falls, like hope, from...

And yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay and you are the Potter. We are all formed by your hand. Isaiah 64:8 God takes a ball...

Behold, she dangles, helpless in the sky, Affrighted by the curving earth below: It beckons so seductively, as though 'Twould be a...

I swear he breathed down my neck. I smelled his pungent manhood, grimy crusts on his pant thighs he was no faint knight— a madman in...

"Evil is the systematic substitution of the abstract for the concrete." —Sartre As in “concrete” as well as “abstract,” and though I...

I Steep path, up the limestone stair, sediment and sand hardened to bedrock, yet porous. Groundwater flowing through, that reinvents the...

Angels Perhaps it’s simply age that makes it hard To recognize the world as someplace where An inner spirit once itself declared, A...

Massive, gray, these leaden waves bear their unchanging burden— the sameness of each day to day while the wind seems to struggle to say...

You meekly poke your purple heads Through stubborn clumps of snow That yet persist in fallow beds Though balmy breezes blow; First to...

Wa le ghalib il Allah (God is the only victor) —Muhamed Ibn-l-Ahmar, founder of the Alhambra Palace He rode across the star-engulfed...

A half-life passes, others come and go, But no clairvoyant eyes can find the day When what we’ve shared will finally ebb away. Our...