Words
Arguing with Something My Dharma Teacher Said
                There was a bumper sticker in Colorado in the 90’s that said, “Shit Happens” — you remember the one? The next one was a...            
            
        Some of you have never feared for your life in public...
                Some of you have never feared for your life in public space and it really shows
glide through intersections up to bars
Traverse the city like...            
            
        Walking Dogs in an Illinoisan Fall
                
We used to walk local shelter dogs in the fall.One of them had to stop every few yards to pee. We didn’t mind, & neither...            
            
        Gleti, After Al-Gharra
                I am the siren that beached mariners everywhere,
the daughter of waves and of memory. -
The one who coaxed Samson out of his power.
The last...            
            
        Tierra Nueva
                
In this random pick-up-sticks, double helixMelting pot amalgam and gene pool diasporaOf multiracial physiognomy, skin color,And multilingual saga, rhythm, and songOf European, African, Asian,...            
            
        When we howl
                
When we howl, we howl as oneAgainst the breakersAgainst the silenceAgainst the bone
When we howl, we’re calling to you,“Ahwooooooooo!”Saying, I see you, I hear...            
            
        the form of a tempest
                
and sometimes it doesn’t rhyme but just seeps out like effluent washing over the cobbled streets of a town you’ve never been to and stumbling, burdened with the mannerisms of my father’s...            
            
        Reflections on Baking
                
Who knew the pecans float to the top ofthe pie? Who knew —When a knife comesclean it is done?
While I recordthat the sun is making a...            
            
        The Studio
                
My mind is unwritten musicAnd a million notes played at once:A blank stave overflowing.And in this chaotic emptinessLies the melody that seeks to be...            
            
        Instrument of Vibration
                
In reverie I drum with open handsall over my naked chest legs stomach,beating into this life a rhythm,percussing the guts beneath my skin...
 my...            
            
         
		