The White Deer It’s even closer than our fingertips what we’re longing for and travel for in search of closer than our jugular Shangri La lie… read more
Pewter Moonlight Old men are writing poems by pewter moonlight They live in different parts of the world but their pen unites them Their blood … read more
Nighttime Sessions of Light for Baji (who heard the geese overhead calling out: Allah! Allah!) Intense nighttime sessions of Light spangle the planetary a… read more
Poem in the First Person Wait! Before you begin a new poem do you really want to add yet one more to the planet’s population of unread poems? Are… read more