Why try to get published when you can post your poetry on the Internet?
A priest offers his services against the isms. His eighty-year-old mother wants to go to Jerusalem. She makes him lead her up and down every hill in Jerusalem, as if thirty years of saying daily mass were compressed into a five-day trip. Thirty years ago he was the head of his high-school class, a young … Continue reading plenitude
Angoo iya be yaway ummta buddta we ann three en three — three.
Dung huts inside a circle of dead sticks. “Dear, I’m off on a safari in the Mara. Don’t expect me tonight or tomorrow.” A Maasai, skin as black as original night, a man to three wives and a stream of Western women coming into the bush. A Maasai, nurtured on milk, meat, and blood, with … Continue reading desire
salamander stone kiss
As a flower turns its head toward the sun, an old tree bends to touch a slowly flowing river.