Poetry

   How We Understand Death how we understand death over us; how we do and continue to do what must be done, so that tomorrow will...

    (Note: The two narrative poems are linked through a common character, Mr. Carter) Poem-1 Kip’s Diner 1. Morning here, where the universe coalesces into concrete songs and plate-glass rhapsodies in...

      Ready for closure I see all the men I have loved laid neatly on a flower bed, wrapped up in coffin clothes, reeking of places they've...

               Tantalus   Double gravity's weight sets on these arms as they go stretching in spite of it with veins of marble carving.   For all of eternity...

   Untitled Blank as I am I retrieve my forest Off the light All the light Black as I am I am the night My crying songs return Without body A vanambadi* *Skylark  Love aloneThey were...

    There Is No Running Away From This No, do not ‘Pull it out of the Fire’ … let it Burn. Scars are made from Collision not Avoidance. Life Experiences … Teach...

   Final Things In the den is an empty chair. Late sun blesses a well-worn Persian rug. Farther off through weathered pane, I stare for hours...

    Prose Poems 1. A long time ago, before Absence, there was Time, that is the one of  Life lost, as all lives are. But, in the meantime,...

  Prose Poetry 1 What You Missed That Day You Bunked Gazala Teacher’s Class Miss Gazala explained how to stand still and watch the wind tickle the trees...

   Emerald of your Eyes the promise of all good things: not the deep lived-in greens of June and July, all fanned out, nor of late August or September, the start...