At Dawnhelpless on the couch my once vigorous father points to the clivia that unfurls its petals in the morning dew

On the other end of the planet, my wound is torn open once again, thirty-two years later. The TV screen goes blank as I stare at it. My words are no words, tears no tears. A blood stained arm reaching out of concrete debris, a hand is held…

Sleep well my child – a lament for a lost child in the 5.12 earthquake No, you are not like this before – lying there, breathless. Never. Your shirt is wrinkled with dirt, your tangled hair covering a smeared face that wears a painful frown. A girl amiable…

I was told Mother was one week Past-due. Everyone was worried, Pleaded: please come, come to the world. Curling up, content in the womb, So secure, go nowhere I would. Suddenly, I heard some fast footsteps, Approaching closer up doorsteps. Gently on my back a few taps, You…

The spring snow falls On vast Minnesota. It falls on thousand lakes, It hangs on tree branches, It spreads over roofs, And slides down hillsides. It touches the faces of young and old, With surprise and delight. The spring snow is soft and gentle, Like a fairy dancing…