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  • Namche Bazaar, the Haikus

    Namche Bazaar, the Haikus

    the wait, the long wait a weather-borne tragedy oh my sweet defeat   but then among clouds: helicoptors are the best the timer reset   through the mist and fog a clearing among giants I stand on my feet   we begin at last but, dear air, where did you go? lethargy, no, no!  …

  • Sleeping Beauty

    I’d forgotten how hard blogs are. There’s a story to tell and I keep thinking it’s about Nepal. I should be writing about Nepal. I am supposed to be writing The Nepal Story, after all. So, why can I not write about Nepal? Dramatic sigh. I was once told by my mentor to trust my…

  • Birthday

    I’m dead with dying There is an eye I refuse to catch I was born with knowing I look and I listen and I discern I know You’ve caught my eye I’m not God But I know Tell me everything The bile and the filth and the worst, pour it All that will be left…

  • Lost Blossom

    There was a time when you mattered The last bloom On the Rose of Sharon Of The Season In which your spirit did not survive Another fall Falls near As the sky Or a petal from a poppy Or a child of God Did you really believe that? That there was a time when it…

  • Knowing the Dead

    In a sleep, the wound wept its tears Bloodshed Seeped from itself without knowing But I knew I saw your death a million times before you did But then you said In a sleep, all around was death, death, dea th You knew bloodshed Wept for us both before I ever did

  • Fight for Your Rights, Grace Needs a Vacay

    there are no promises that can be kept by gift we live by right we die grace is optional except when it’s not the grace to bear grief is sometimes always never the only prayer there is in these hot, breathless last days, it’d do us to get on with the praying sooner than later

  • Rubble unfinished

    That’s the hardest part Picking through the rubble to find scraps of once-yellow note pad paper written and abruptly, rudely, ended: Toilet paper Apples Erasers 8 batteries Trash bags Birthday card for — The hardest heart catches itself before it does what it made to do: lie or die. (And flower and a cake for…

  • beauty sleep

    When the petals died and the stem drooped, I slept Sleeping beauty sleep I awoke to gold Light too bright You offered me a dim corner When you drooped and died, Gold was gilded with light There is no sleeping beauty sleep now

  • clatter walls

    Noises in the wall Like chatter Or the clatter of chains It wasn’t haunted before I forgot garbage day Once then twice The wall absorbed the trash There are things I would rather not see Things I left to rot It’s doing its best Salvaging the broken and discarded Whoever is in the walls, making…

  • Something Savage

    It was a coyote Or a lone wolf Something savage It lurked in the shadows Of dead land It shouldered the shoulder of interstates and crops Its scraggly coat And lowered head Darting as if in surprise but no It was something sage Something undomesticated or worse Something formerly domesticated Something vengeful Something worse than…