Poems
fingers through my hair
First published in the Fall 1995 edition of “Reflections,” a quarterly by Wordshop Publications in Conway, Ark.
Poems
one-six-twenty
one-six-twenty sundown america, one-six-twenty.two-eleven morning tehran, wherethe clutter flutters, shaking downavenues of the blood oath. vengeance! the echoes cryvoices of thousandsricochet stone wall to stone wall,sleepless to sleepless, dust to dust. their general is dead.ours is mad.eyes wild, master of allself images on multiple screens. genius! the compliment fliesinner voice Read more…
Poems
Child’s Religion
This early morning quiet / Many inches on the ground / Falling softly still, six-fifteen / Straight down, not a sound….