Tilting Towards Windmills   Perhaps there are many ways to parse a dream? As I tilt towards it, the…

Brouhaha Dubai For Faten   The serried gloating clang, The vile awkwardness Of the hammering –   Nearby, at a…

after Jake Adam York   I go arm in armwith only the shape of me   the men arm in…

Extermination                                                                                                                             يوم القيامة for Yazidi Women   rape us whiter and holy we will assemble the bones dismember memory of…

on june 12th at last call, there was a massacre. do I know anyone in orlando? as I read the…

Every time I go back I take a sprig of lavender. Tuck it into the folds of encircled heartbeats, sun-dry…

for Marilyn Hacker   Outside, the clouds part and a cold sun silvers the sea. Inside, as butterflies and swimming…

Much as I wish to write only poemsin which tall trees standfor the lungs of the world and the moonrises…

  the high the way   Dust through my eyelashes, fluffed out pollen California ride the coastline up down a…

A balcony Four chairs My mother, brother, and I sat With the Tante Fathiyye of my childhood At a scraped…