Poem Asking Forgiveness From People Long Dead Winter has set in, though the hummers have stayed and must search every morning for sustenance immediately they open their eyes. Immediately I open my eyes and think of your visiting my dreams last night after years gone, my slipping hands around your strong midriff, your dancer’s body,…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Dog
Full Moon at Sunset
Full Moon at Sunset After the nuclear explosion, light filtered through the clouds’ soft focus, an exquisite, violet sky darkening to rouge at the border of the hills. The surface of the water, grey-pink perturbed Japanese silk, folded over and lapping at the bodies, soothed the shore with tremors. Our buildings glowed with a sterilized…