November 2010
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“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
– Mary Oliver
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My Daughter at Seventeen →
Link to my poem on Snakeskin.
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The Scent →
Link to my poem on Red River Review.
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The Strays of Dingbo →
Link to my story on mightymercury.com.
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Sandalwood Mountain Temple →
Link to my story on expatwomen.com.
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Poverty is a Bag with a Hole at the Bottom →
Link here to my essay on mightymercury.com.
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Harvesting
There is a way to open your body
to the land, like a lover.
There is a way to read the mood
of the soil, like a prophet.
Out here, crows are omens, and clouds
ambassadors of the August sky.
There is a way to synchronize
your pulse, to learn the cadence.
This is the only way
to fill your basket.
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“Your heart is a muscle, the size of your fist. Keep loving. Keep fighting.”
– Anonymous
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Afterglow
Worshippers bring disease and disgrace
to the temple. Behind glass, the golden man
is sitting lotus, safe from the grease of hands.
If only they could rub their bodies over him,
kiss the blessed feet, caress the clear skies
of his enlightenment, if only they could lay
with him. Red candles are lit, promises made.
For a coin, fickle fortunes are studied in the yarrow
stalks. Deflated, losers...
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“Cosmos Mariner, Destination Unknown.”
– Conrad Aiken 