Poems

At the pivot end of a life (between this world and the next) all the sleek black horses lined up for inspection all the…

IF WE WOKE UP ONE MORNING If we wok…

Ramadan is a gorgeous chorus repeated in a mist above glades of green wheat bending in blue light Ramadan meets itself coming …

Puppets can’t break their fast through their painted mouths Rocks can be said to be fasting forever Mountain “fastnesses” are …

Ramadan suns itself by the dark of night and takes no notice of earthquake or flood Ramadan begins walking toward us from the …

Who I’ve become after all my adventures on land is a seventy-one year-old man who fa…

The small brown spider in my bathroom (honored guest whose protection is assured) after more than two weeks of patient waiting…

Slave stomach said to the rest of the body “I am King!” and the general populace of the body acquiesced worried lest its bond…

Halfway through the fast is it a giant granite stone we shoulder uphill in a boiling sun? Or pool after reflective shady pool …

A crater opens in the day and swallows us whole Though we may want to wander at the base of it asking for water…

(without music) (with music) Ramadan goes looking for the people who fast the best wearing the phases of the moon as a shield …

When the tide of the day pulls out and leaves the night standing on the shore swallowing the stars and the moon is nearly…