She’s Coming Along
This morning I hear them whisper, She’s coming along. The garden my patient teacher, and I a slow pupil. The...
As Stem Cells in a Body We
A meal in three days’ time, if you’re very lucky, in Gaza. This misery comes from the plague called patriarchy...
Without a Single Line That’s Straight.
They are dancers! Swirled against my garden wall. Leaves of bougainvillea, deep forest green, have scrambled and played from ground...
Today I Taste the Mountain
Today I taste the mountain. Oh giant yellow mushroom foraged among her oaks in the forest...
