“When you attack us, you will see our faces. Not our backs, but our faces.”
- President Volodymyr Zelensky
Beneath
a Bougainvillea-laced trellis
I read of war and war and war
when I am startled by a sound
deep and insistent
like an omen or a warning.
But looking up
all I spy
is a hummingbird
drinking nectar.
Slowly
I unclench my fist
and give up the Molotov cocktail
I had begun to conjure there.
What a shame to read
of war and war and war.
March 1, 2022
May the road to fulfillment be long and steep and smeared with fog, moss-lined, leaf-strewn, rockslide-prone, oft-closed for repair, haunted, the
On a perfectly normal Saturday, the kind where normal humans do normal human things, I log online to check my bank account for fraud...
Whatever touch I had is gone. Maybe I never had it. That would be better. One can't throw away a non-belonging. Can't chase after the dump truck for some treasure that isn't there.
