Is the birth cave. She slides out head first, in handcuffs This is the evidence: they ride Or they dance just shy of the thrust of truncheons Between one photograph and the one beside it The right arm of the state rises over them They roll forward in order to return Take a moment for […]
All day I let the house be filled with voices on the news. This morning, my body forgives me for this extra layer of violence. This morning, I leave the house with a book of half-read poems, hold it beside me, my worry stone. Photo credit: Jim Korpi. .
When I drive to my mother’s house I see six or seven near the road, inconspicuous unless you know what to look for. Unless you notice a dark vehicle stopped there. But those are only six or seven. On a map there are nearly two hundred more beyond where I can see. Pack of missiles […]
The sun was shining violently, as if on a mission to see beneath the surface of things. Our cortege wormed its way past row on row of identical white markers, the grounds immaculately groomed, (Not even a single dandelion, the brother noted), and visitors searching for Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. As if […]
Tripoli and Gadamis, Libya, March 2014 1/List Gunfire night and day in the old city doesn’t let up as the aura of exhaustion floats me beyond sleep and the planet on its axis tilts back a degree until the world, off-kilter, spins loose from gravity. I’m back crossing desert hard pan, the militia commander napping […]