Boaz
the tour bus thu-thunks past men with hand-scythes toiling in the wheat fields / I wonder if something could be gleaned from living the...
Mystery
a beggar crouches outside the tenements in the drizzling rain / blanket pulled over his head he waves an empty bowl to the sky / raises...
You Color Me In
when you walked up to me carrying a box of crayons I didn't know what to think "what are they for" I asked you but you wouldn't answer...
Cigarette
to the cigarette drowning in yesterday's rainwater: I too burned only to drown in the face of one I didn't know I needed I too have been...
Breathing Beijing
cigarette smoke sifts through a cellophane sky the ramshackle siheyuans gray-gabled and low slump in the yellow light of sunset / a...
Shadow
the way my brother eats his toast each morning is like this he consumes it / honey-laden from the center outwards and he always throws...