An immigrant pen
found a home in his...
dawn is lit by the candle in your heart;
a mango-yellow stains the sky, and i...
I set fire to dusk hours.
Clouds of poison...
Eyelids sag, fingers
let loose, bones...
A
month of...
Incumbent dark seeks and envelopes my soul
No voice of comfort no hand to hold...
I once was a feather
that clung to the leaf...
My fingers yearn for a time
when they penned...
Would you like to see what I see?
Deep in the meadow of a New York frosting...
My poems
like the moon...
I have watched people breaking, fall down and...
I've listened to and held heavy thought, cradled...
you drape wings
with the petals of...