The prisoner kneels beside the lotus-filled pond. Hands tied behind back. Head down. Faded black clothes hang from his body. He is…
In the pre-dawn hour my grandmother once so loved, I checked the seal on the blue Mason jar. How old this jar might be, I had no…
I long for the gardens at Cordoba,Where the maidens weep like morning rosesAnd the sun never rises…
for Violet James
Tonight I say your lines before I fall asleepAnd let them drift along my…
Purple, compressed clouds heave,The belligerent wind crackles,A sinewy bird closes its eyes,A sleeping dream falls,The stillness splits…