A selection from Vagabonds and Sundries My ghosts rattle through the house, The same now, as they did decades ago Upon the nights of their creation. Once tormenting me with the memories they carry, I have grown accustom to their presence, Tending them as if...
Upon the Desert Wind A selection from In the Hands of the Immortal Weaver: Poems of Sacredness and Belonging Photo by Adrian I want to make a pilgrimage back to our homeland of sand, blood, and ripened figs. To unearth the garden I planted in another life the...
