In the shadow of my old home ( Read more... )

Tell me where are the children? Tell me ( Read more... )

I wish to see you again in that first spring ( Read more... )

The sea took him ( Read more... )

Your bellies grumbled like ( Read more... )

Oh! The sweet cacophony
of shattered cell phones

battered under the great
blue foot of half-finished sentences

in classroom lobbies where

As children we would ( Read more... )

Describe for me the stars on the roof of your mouth ( Read more... )

In warmer weather I sat in your arms ( Read more... )

My hands are sculpted of ice.
They shatter, melting on the earth.

My eyes are carved from stone.
Unblinking, they wash away in the rain.

My guts? Lungs, stomach, heart?
They are somewhere warmer, sipping iced tea,
tanning on the beach.

I know and don't know what this poem is about. Comments and suggestions always welcome.