Anthropocene Suite
For Amitav Ghosh
1
Peel the pale, brown flesh
Hold the cracked shell to your ear:
Screams of the Banda
2
Escaping Earth’s hold,
Unmanned rockets race to claim
Living … Read more
1
Peel the pale, brown flesh
Hold the cracked shell to your ear:
Screams of the Banda
2
Escaping Earth’s hold,
Unmanned rockets race to claim
Living … Read more
I’m the one with words on my face,
calligraphied by the steadiest hand. I cover-up
those dumb parts that cannot speak, choose not to,
instead live … Read more
I took a tumble –
As if my body launched
An acrobatic feat
But somehow, not so neat
I failed to land on my two feet.
Yet, that’s not quite … Read more
a swirl of ravenous winds,
pummeling down at high velocities
a trinket lost in the damage
a house, a home
more than a million and a half to count
tin … Read more
She takes the garden shears with her,
Long handles, sharp blades
Crops burn in the Caucasus.
Aurora Borealis shimmers,
Streaming lilac over Chicago.
The irradiated night sky.
She steps lightly … Read more
Climbing through ice caverns
our refrigerated sweat crystalized
on cheekbones while long sleeve shirts
clung to damp arms like naked tongues
stuck to aluminum bars inside a freezer.
Dripping moisture … Read more
Snow which quells
fire meshes cinders
of cold and heat
falling too late to save
the man and woman
dogs now search for
in stark and … Read more
As it happens, reeling
from losses of strangers,
Joan Didion always slouched.
She made it glamorous,
articulate, and suave.
As it happens, Desmond Tutu.
Said “You don’t choose your family.… Read more
Looking back to 1969 the words seem prophetic
“He’s got a plastic heart, plastic teeth and toes,
plastic knees and, a perfect plastic nose.
He’s got plastic lips that hide … Read more
I was not bothered about crossings
until this morning, when I arrived
still a new one, no matter what.
Oblivious as the wall
on a busy street-The people. The traffic.… Read more
I’m not a child who sees six weeks
as far away as the moon.
I know that every day melts
into the next, quicker
than butter in a hot pan.… Read more
I write this on the shortest day of the year,
the … Read more
shooting crawls
across the bottom
of the screen, she scrambles
upstairs to Dylan’s
den, where she hugs his mended
bear— fixates on his class
photo—the blue
of his eyes over … Read more