AFTER A LONG seventy-two-hour flight, we landed in Addis Ababa at four o’clock in the morning. Mudgy with fatigue, we hired a taxi and careened…
Have a cup of tea,
passing from my hands
Chamomile for peace,
the books says. It’s the way
gather the sun.
You can wash your hair
IT’S HARD TO NAME THE EXACT MOMENT when the frostbitten air of winter finally departs and spring, just-new on the still-gray forsythia buds, arrives. But…
birds of intersecting angles,
suited to the precision of paper and
here is the simplest bird
amenable to the smudgy folds of a child.
THE EMERGENCY CALL shattered my peaceful world. An eight-inch rod, the size of a pencil, had dislodged from a piece of machinery with eighty pounds…