IHow to feel his death? On the street.The shots. My friend’s scream. One cracked the air, the other pierced the thin veil, a usual evening returning from somewhere,returned from many times before. When I look for where to fix the broken city that I love, the whole towe

Then the Lord stretched out His hand and touched my mouth...

O unnamed & only son too soon slipped from tender clutch of unripe body

Inside this monument a rainit doesn’t want, coming bywith winds and the flag  this way and that reaching outas if the war endedsmelling from all your letters home  wet—they had to be wet, scentedwith thunder and kissesleft on the ground, already  this harves

It flew to the moon

as a childI dreamed of small placessleeping in dresser drawershiding in cabinetsthinking about tunnels I loved the story of Moseshow he hid ina cleft in the rockbehind the hollowof God’s hand nowin the cityI lose myself in thoughtstanding on the subway platform wondering if I wo