On Faith & Reason
Nothing that happens in my country matters In the large scheme of things But when I am there Breathing the dusty air of the dry months A cruel April to defy Eliot I know… More
Faith & Reason
Here & ElsewhereI cannot write I cannot writewhen I want to, when I need to.I mean I cannot writewhat must be writtenwhat demands to be written.Every morning I ask… More
The New Religion
The body is a nation I have not known. The pure joy of air: the moment between leaping from a cliff into the wall of blue below. Like that. More