After Ilya Kaminsky’s Deaf RepublicToday, like every day—Damp. Basketfuls& Basketfuls ofMangoes.A child’s blood will ruin
Apple Fruit unfortunate as it is, i come wearing the burden of a seed having
As light as a whisper – traveling with the weight of pain filling the vacuity
my body likes to lie in long rectangular shapes like six feet like small bathrooms
As though each step takes us home Hope has a placein every winter sky. every
A Birth-Day Wish This Moment between your Birth When the letters of divine That bear
Poem in which a Mute Bird Poos on My Father’s Newspaper it is morning, and
When We Speak of Home 1 When we speak of homeWe speak of casualties, speak
“A group of heavily armed men in trucks carried out an attack of mass murder,