Monthly Archives: March 2007

Poems of Ordinary Torment

I (The Faithful) Lola Pacing’s dimming eyes could barely thread the needle but stubbornly her trembling hands would assure her mind age wasn’t the culprit, until, with a feint smile, she’d start to sew on the button as if it … Continue reading

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Poems for Women’s Month

I. In her rocking chair under the soft light of the corner lamp she’d darn his socks & sew his shirt, not wanting her man to look shabby & unkempt in public eyes that observe class & privilege in sartorial … Continue reading

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The Unlost (For Nana, Carol, Bliss, Tess & Nef)

He wished he were a Sioux whose language lacks the word goodbye. Past, present & future flow into each other like the bird that flew out of the trees but eternally would return to roost. As if all the moments … Continue reading

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Celebration (for Sarah)

Time, he says, for a toast – the world as an event hasn’t ended, the moon still pulls the ocean hither & thither whose waves sigh like a febrile breath. Nothing has changed: he still sips coffee with friends, wet … Continue reading

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Appointment (for Lala, Kat and Bugsy)

The merienda is set for Friday & already the heat of summer is merciless & unkind on kind souls: Have the women come & gone? Have the men retrieved their Roman whips? The appointment promises a rekindling of desire: But … Continue reading

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Emperor of Ice Cream (to a departed)

His was a terrible memory of underdevelopment: he could have shared that scoop of pedlar’s ice-cream so prized in the neighborhood where rough wooden planks & bamboo poles make for huts while mud & debris stick to the feet in … Continue reading

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Witness

Farah Nosh, photographer, could only keep watch over them – the children of Baghdad mutilated in a car bomb blast – in a rundown ambulance & into the morgue. She held the camera in her lap, having despaired to take … Continue reading

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