Poems Poesie

The fire, next time, is already here singeing the margins rushing to the core feasting

         For the children of the Residential Schools, both those who died

thinking of  the boy, Mohammed Shaaban, in Gaza and Khulud,  the writer, drawing birds in

Today as fate would have it the Major Arcana turned up The Hanged Woman card

Mothers Day Parade On their feast day they all came out The mothers With garlands

In Praise Of Shapeshifters     who know how to speak to the corn who court

Hand me, oh Time The Algorithm for The Value of Water The liquid cypher Of

Mediterraneo 2009: secondo capo d’accusa Ispirata ai fatti del Jolly Rosso, alla vicenda del comandante

Drawing on past experience, you learn that there are times, for your own sake and

In praise of invisibility   Its rays crouching and climbing stealthily through the cracks −