Today wisps in the winter sky press in reminding me to keep the pale sun at my back delicately follow the outline of the mountains listen to the scalloped silence of the birds.
If I am mindful (they tell me) I can still gather the sapphire that always seeps through.
When the quotidian wrote our notes of isolation We were brought up by folks who respected the encrusted time, wound their watches every morning, opened windows to days. They swept the morning breeze…
Beside The New Mosque By success, I mean paradise. Dwellers of paradise find absolution from their daily sins on a daily basis. That is why, to me, the truly…
The morning is today: a sestina The postman brought all messages these days with a clot. I waited long at my window thinking: really, but really? Wasn’t it always some sort…
I’m still standing We walked on water, you and me We walked through fire, alive and free And when the vultures hovered, And rattlesnakes came out We still…
Breathing Memories An hour that goes by forms memories, even when life is busy collecting tomorrow’s worms, splendidly popping up like bubbles in still water. Some are…
