this bridge fortified by generations of toil and tears is my home walk east walk west neither direction is mine those who have never been

You built your house on land borrowed from time, salt and earth mixed with tears to form the mortar, walls erected from posted letters of

On the publication of Sheema Kalbasi's book of poetry, “Echoes in Exile”: Every culture and its arts have their strengths; however, within those strengths can

  What is the sound when doves weep, what is the sound when crows cry… Beyond borders we climb through the sadness of time to

Roger Humes and I won the Harvest International award for Best Poem with “Good Night, Baby Girl”. I open the window so that she can

a lone crumpled sheet of paper (perhaps a shopping list or the reminder of a chore, possibly a lovelorn note or some verse best left