"Behesht"
"Behesht" When father died, I cleansed his remains and wrapped them in a sheet, then secured them in a sling I'd fashioned ahead of time. His thirty-five-kilogram corpse strapped to my back, I made the long climb up the dusty steel ladder of the...
Another Untitled Poem
Summer, season of hot insomnia, That much never seems to change at all. Laying awake in the red desert night, I shape woods from shadow and wait for fall. Ten years now gone, and who thought I would miss The songs of crickets, owls and katydids?...
Dirt Garden (poetry)
My garden of foxtails and milk-thistle, Alive and wild, more so than tended rows In growth, has died. I killed them a little, The crab-grass clumps, Datura and nettle. "Time and time, I commit these small murders, To whose benefit?" I ask why and...
Untitled Poem
My flame low, frail as foam, We made a change of hateful acreage, Bitter course which I was bound To: trim the wick or quench the embers, Quick to cut the candle down And I would be your psychopomp And you would be my ward And I...