for Seamus Heaney this morning the blade bites clean through soil turning up, on the way worms, spiders and a surfeit of others at work...

For New Year I wish you Janus, the god who looks forward and back, till his pupils dilate, intoxication of distance. On your calendar ...

A killing moon peeks through leaves of trumpet trees in full bloom for Lent, their barks crisscrossed by wild strokes of a machete when...

A wind has just blown through Malaetoa But it ain't no ordinary wind It is a wind that that has woken me up Calling me from Mesa, Ari...

Marco Polo Maybe it’s the natural extension of immigration.  Maybe it’s the awesome travel bugs, making my wife’s feet uncommo...

At her party the boy runs best with the hard-boiled egg. During the obstacle course she meets him at the bird feeder on top of which raisi...

Empty girl I was, so far inside, grass didn't know me It was something unbending, only light seemed to touch But so long as I could sm...

Where are you from, I ask the waiter. He is from Brazil, Poland, Florence. Sometimes he is from Mexico, and I say: so is my nephew’s f...

Swept among seas that walk downwind, beaks and feathers wheel to hook and pick. Skimming low, fulmars heel and spin speed.  Their twines ...

Goodbye takes the form of a blessing. My family press tika on our foreheads rupees into my palm. Mountain-high through time and air...