An inveterate die-hard listmaker The Buddha

She lived before the lighthouse rose. She loved before the library

Blind, as a tick hovers for its next meal, I hunger after you, leap to your smell,

we witnessed fallen men, drifting from wet alleys with their bundles— in Cohen’s rasping hallelujah

Jinni makes a point of showing her nieces and nephews equal attention. She plays no favorites. That way,

It was the kind of day that death should not visit, should be respectful enough, of life, to stay tucked

the travelers disembarking carry their possessions and a look upon their faces

Two kids tested fate and broke it in the process. Well, one kid in legitimacy, another one in essence. And the two of them had found that they could form a perfect balance...

Facebook has solved that pesky problem of mortality. Most of my dead friends seem to keep having birthdays.

According to my Baptist neighbors, I am docketed for torture from my demise until the heat death of the universe.

Say it isn’t so, Momma, rock me slowly, ease the pain. Wipe the teardrops from my eyes,

We whispered about the artist when she moved into the storefront across the street, the huge paintings in the windows hiding her studio

Forests of green flank slate mountains obscured...

The dark summer clouds are roaring and hanging. She dreamed again of the white-Walled room…

borage tomato maracuya pepino dulce and lemon home is an island, a corner of peace, my small imperfect paradise and the city roars...

helping a friend with a bed out the door of their rental. the van parked in rain on the corner. their home like ants with a grasshopper...

Join me, my wonder, palm to palm a walk in the wind with me under palms   or pines or firs, such mercy skin to skin, a thirst holding...

There were times as a kid in the park behind the factory, across from the railroad tracks, I would hang around with friends attempting...

Tree leaves clatter on the attic and wake you up this morning, that might be fragile otherwise.   A tile rattles – not in your brain, and...

Late afternoon. Subarctic shoreline. Sun nowhere to be seen. Beneath an opaque white sky...