Poetry
Nov/Dec 2019
The Last Puppet
Moonlight taps on the puppet maker’s hut, the tip of a brush touching hide, light falling into water from an egret’s wings like tears on glass. Stones dusted with ash. […]
Poetry
Nov/Dec 2019
Report from the Island
Sea washes the sands in a frill of salt and a yes sound. We lie beneath palms, under the star constellations of the global south: a cross, a sword pointing […]
Poetry
Nov/Dec 2019
Water Crisis
They have cut off the water in the sinking metropolis. Do not wash clothes! Bathe only with small buckets! Meanwhile, cisterns on the roofs of the rich send it singing […]