How does one capture the feeling of being made to feel like a moon—cratered and whole, a silvered face, catching...
in the quietest hour, I sever strings of barbed wire from their homes. I am braiding them together, slow and...
Open up your coffers and caress air Rugged waters and minerals leap to grasp peach skies Remember the geometry of...
To my many siblings, the alive and lingering. He cooks sticky rice cakes, brings orchids and forsythias in from the...
me and god, we took three trains to get from one side of the city to another in those long...