[tabby title="Poem"] In darknessI dream thatmy bare feet aretouching your bodylike Crusoe wandering an island.We lie naked on hot sandlistening to surf massage a flat shoreline,tantalizing foam rushes up, then retreats.A moored rowboat creaks from the windwhile the sun dries...

[tabby title="Poem"] I walk past fields of resistance,mutilated bodies of donkeysan eye shot out.I see no heroes,only a dirt roadjoining one village to the next.An olive tree,branches arthritic,stands in a neighbor’s barren plot.He left for the mainland.The colonels are in...