The Queen bed holds the wreckage  of a Non-Queen  The Virgin Suicides split open The litter of self: Sand speckles twisted sheets Fist...

Bare feet stomp on dirt  gettin’ dirty, like it dirty black soled and walnut shouldered chestnut hair and morena skin  and it is...

In New York you’ve gotta be somebody Somebody with a big ass & high heeled shoes like daggers Somebody with wrinkled hundreds in pockets ...

Bodies pass one another a thousand times But so few meet There is the urge of flesh There is the tenderness of heart There is the...

I’m acting like a fool because I want you to love me You do, but you don’t How unoriginal a story How counterproductive in function A...

If there is only the northern wind that carries through the heat If there is only a hand to hold before the raft sinks If there is only a...

My grandaunt Roshni is wrapped in Alzheimer’s Her daughter tells me it began from isolation An impoverishment of social interaction The...

Wild girl, That guy needs to live a little Love more Teach him to be generous A man becomes a man When he can give to a woman Be a woman...

Zig zag down back alleys Refuse the full stretch home It’s called taking short cuts Quick thrusts, rabbit hops, Short jumping bursts of...

At the end of the Lycian trail An old fisherman makes Turk chai over a fire He’s lived in a sodden tent on Çayagazi Beach Since he left...

The delicate voice of longing Urges abandonment of the false prophet Please don’t assimilate to greed Swat off money’s grasping hands...

Nestled in the green bosom of the Austrian Alps, I missed the warm pacifying waters of the Indian Ocean. As I watched Russians in leather...

How badly my pain wants to be unique So scared of it’s ordinariness  Its watery impersonality Its plain featured face It constructs a...

Mumbai smelled as strong as the working hands of the laborers in the Dharavi slum.  Tardeo smelled like white fish and coconut the Parsis...

Impulse is thoughtless The body is propelled to do To love, to eat, to fuck How can I allow myself to be led By what I don’t know I want...

At midnight in Mumbai the air is heavy The ocean is a dress of rippled silk The night props its elbows on the water's surface There's a...

Suffering is free So is joy   There are truths taken as embroidered conspiracies Conspiracies spun as solid truths The important things...

It is said that monks meditate upon their deaths. They learn non attachment to the body mind complex because they sit with its...

When life feels too significant Too large and too evident Silence is the primary audience A pause between words or The lack of words...

The female body is like a bonsai tree, tended to with precision and pruned to be orderly. The bonsai tree does not grow naturally but...