Hold the Receiver I know your ring; who else would call on the first day of Spring to wish me Happy New Year, with seven S’s laid upon Read More » November 7, 2007 No Comments
For Ona Tzar, wherever you are Even now when inexplicably I think of you, something blooms Like a time-lapse reel of a lush Unfurling flower And I awake in a city Read More » January 20, 2007 No Comments
Blood and oil My mother’s people rousted about for oil In migratory circles through the south Over Oklahoma scrub and dust Tectonic tiles of sundried Texas mud Scarred Read More » October 22, 2006 No Comments
Afsaneh’s villanelle My little sister's name means fairy tale In an ancient language I don't speak, Promising a story that ends well Peaking on a mountain Read More » August 1, 2004 No Comments