Poems and Fragments

Lion's Knuckles Slowly I awoke. The first thing was the heat, a brazen, crushing weight. Beneath me the baked earth hammered into a layer of fine powder, invaded my mouth and nose, coating me with thirst. I opened my remaining eye, so bruised and swollen that my field of vision had shrunk to a... Sign in to see full entry.

Song for Aki I dip my hand in the chilly brine This is water Three billion molecules in the hollow of my palm Some of them may have fallen as sudden rain mixed with soot onto the upturned faces of humans in boats off Hiroshima Some may have risen as pungent vapor from a wildebeast struggling in the... Sign in to see full entry.