when maple trees catch fire so do my words conspire to gather as grey crows piercing dry sky in throes why are lands snarled at war ...

Time slips between the stones & falls on the water My lungs are drowning in salt I offer no resistance to lack of air I am so tir...

I.   Sounds from mosque at dawn wakes me up. It is the first of the five prayer times dividing time into tidy rooms filled with mats, bod...

sky is a fuse after long funeral march from dawn to night i didn't see the flag-draped coffin only sea of sun-burnt faces 2 milli...

I gave birth- it was autumn  but winter came early that year There were no stitches nor bleeding pain  It was as if I woke up from a c...

time can grind     your bones to wood     your voice to ash but time can also spool     your paper cuts to maps      your river of...

Photography by Kylli Sparre your words are faint memory       ivory & indigo cooling down my fire-lit sky to      autumn shade:...

we keep our faces blank as we ride the subway train.   i call it the herd mentality posture: heads and shoulders slumped meekly, hands an...

I calculate     where the dusty road winds & breaks into an acapella      how low the fig tree can kneel against the storm      how...

Riptide  Kelly Letky when the moon rises from sea in silver blaze & catches you crossing the fragile bridge from girl to wom...