STONES AT LATE EVENING There is barely enough light to pray much less obey the instinct to feel the drying texture of the schizophrenic face of those in windows or by the water's edge. An Indian...
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Two Ducks There they were, in conventional prose, dabbling together in a break in the ice, unnoticed, unnoticing of the surrounding glass. The caught train of lightning in the face of the...
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Tears for Benazir Face like a queen you stood out in Pakistan —the dream of democracy if not the fact. Perfection in hopes cannot match the bullet in neck, chest from too...
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Commonweal. February 29, 2008 Presence Miss Kitty sits in the study window —the light lies on her fur. Are you washed in the blood of Iraq? Tuffy comes home from roaming the darkened earth,...
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