baby white bison, hiding
away from park rangers and the tourist lens where the thicket grows
Poem
Revelation Horizon
The gravity of the situation Did not allow any light to escape The deep hole
Praise Be To Our Guiding Cactus Star – October’s Poem
Praise Be To Our Guiding Cactus Star The template of days Rising and
Their Screams Live in My Ear – Pina Piccolo
Their Screams Live in My Ear Sixty years later, he said “Then I
Prophecy eyes, the color of olive
thinking of the boy, Mohammed Shaaban, in Gaza and Khulud, the writer, drawing birds in
Lessico famigliare/ Family lexicon: Meditation on Multilingualism and Mother Tongues
Here I am remembering an old poem, written in the 1980’s, (inspired by Natalia Ginzburg’s