Tag: Poetry

Making Pesto   There are Basil plants floating just outside my kitchen window I don’t know how they got there ...

JAZZ ALONE for John   Quarantined, I’m playing the jazz you hated. Gerry Mulligan & Ben Webster huff luscious sax, ...

The Poem   My inside is locked in a sea A fish-market where everyone is helplessly dead. A few people- ...

Today I said twenty-three words   Today I said twenty-three words Some people would say “a good twenty-three words” others ...

    Australantis there’s a whole ocean filled with sand between what was and what will be where fish grows ...

  Letter from a Syrian child to his mother   Mom, you never told me that you can die even ...

  Letter to a Mapuche Son   tañi pichi wentru, Tañi Pichi Weichafe, Tañi Mapuche pvñvm   If when seeing ...

 Red Bicycle I still dream of my red bicycle on the green shores of summer, my unruly hair casting shadows ...

Global Homicide   we define ourselves through objects that we manage to buy with high debts we sacrifice ourselves for ...

Leaving Brosna 5 'Love' Poems       "Give me the right of way over the corn steps into your ...