Born free! It's June 16! They crow like cocks proclaiming a new day to the child that stands before me clutching at her mother’s skirts as the traffic light turns red, she stares full of knowing. As I look in...

A dusty gust of wind In a dry cold June I look at the remnants of you The stone-throwers As I confidently stride On a cobbled highway Laid by your discontent Complacent As the infinite choices And countless vices Of...

I asked to see Mommy corporeal please, bring her back to this dimension it has been seven years to many for my tears I do not want to see her in a dream or imagine her I don’t want her...

I wash my dishes the long knives warm under my hands smooth like my dreams and as sharp I dream of love with no loss of sex with no regret no misunderstanding I dream of beginnings of motion also of...

Elapsed Miles gone by beyond and unreachable Neatly wrapped like fresh dough inside a tsampa bowl Memories, hidden well, tucked in like a pappoose under its covers Hidden behind “doors wide open shut” Comforting it seems, yet… Yet, so belittling...