The Refugee’s Roots
If you ask me How many houses I have changed till now, I would not reply. But I can tell you About the comforts…
Read MoreIf you ask me How many houses I have changed till now, I would not reply. But I can tell you About the comforts…
Read MoreLondon town I am done. Bruised and beaten down like a dusty old cur The shrine by a lamp. Please install the artificial voice…
Read MoreWe stop at Biscuit World on the way home from my father’s funeral. Leave the flatlands of North Carolina, cross the border into the…
Read MoreChasing crickets through alpine meadows, my sisters and I stumble over bones sprawled in a grove of blackberry vines. Alone. The ants the flies…
Read MoreTeams crowd the hills, fill in the land along the river, uniforms, like patches of colorful cows amidst the fields. All the corn points…
Read MoreFor spring to begin mma boy held his breath and then the breath mmexploded, the boy’s cheeks sank—this, this mmwas the last of winter….
Read More“I’m going back in the time machine; I’ll be right back,” my daughter hollers from the backyard when it’s time to set the table….
Read MoreHer eyes blur the fields. She shrinks to a seed, forgets to speak, forgets to say how footprints till the layers of her brain,…
Read MoreAfter Rilke In the beginning, your word: Light And there was time. A long Absence, then your second: Man Who brought forth doubt; Uneasy…
Read MoreThe rain drove everyone inside just me on deck at midnight watching glowing clouds obscure the city ringed by mountains …………………………………………………….sea and lightning moccasins…
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