poetry

For Kate Liminal Scrim In the morning, to the deeply resonant sound of the Vedas,...

We cut off his fingers Joint by joint and then at the wrist as well...

(the road not taken) nnnnnnnggggnnnnn For she was beautiful – her beauty made mmmmmmmmmmmmmThe bright...

  I leave the room to wake my children and take them to school, and...

[inscribed on clay tiles discovered by crop gleaners in a ravine outside of the Mount...

I went looking for the wild one, the howler, the vatic tramp. The one for...

I Not until 2001 did a solid collection of his major poetic works appear –...