Photograph of a Prison Journalist
Even in photographs our eyes danced
An Incarcerated Mail Order Bride
You're famous ,
in your world,
maybe I am--taboo,
Queen Restored
I saw Queen Hephzibah
in the wilderness the other day.
I was a little befuddled because
I thought she had lost her way.
Volcanic Vigils
My father went whole and alone before / I carried the parts of my mother
A Funeral Within My Soul
Think of how I dodged death before,/ but death is a persistent player/ never losing in hide-and-seek.
AFTER WE WATCH ROAD FOOD I CONSIDER PLACE
There are so many lives I have not let myself live, restless, paradoxical, tripping instead into the imaginations of others. Corrupted. Cruel. I wonder about the life stolen from me. Would I love what I love if I loved it from Palestine?