Life in a mirror

I sat on the edge
of our bed, the mattress

At The Bookstore

Wandering among the books, I have hidden excerpts of need, not sure

Living Under the Mango Shade

In our yard groceries hung from bending limbs. We had banana, avocado, tamarind,

On Leaving Pentecost

So much depends on: disbelief, tearing hand softened pages from edge worn books -

Babbler Boy

Nine years, and he still can't talk,

Bastardman's Mother Speaks Of The Birth

That night was bramble and full of Aretha. It was a Tuesday

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