Poetry
Autumn 1991
Perceptions of Three Birches
1 Between them, three indigo daggersof thunder, or three twisting suns, and the gardens of the moon, with its three white pondssurrounded by translucent periwinkles. And the moon’s three breasts, […]
Poetry
Autumn 1991
The Migration of Trees
Wood on a journey as intimateas a door, a bed. a crutch: Open the door. Inside: a roomwith a clock that ticks like the tramp of boots. A window shaped […]
Poetry
Autumn 1991
La Llorona, the Crying Woman
Thank you. Now maybe you have some questionsyou’d like to ask me?But first let me tell you about my hands which were once white flowers and now are rain. They […]