Selected Poetry
Istanbul
lentil soup two lira we're on our way |
ablution
washing dishes in the morning blinds open |
balancing act no escape for cat bowl falls birds flap free |
how world speaks
in meadow grass tree sunshine me (story of growing and sitting in spot) |
morning cat hair dances on the edge of breakfast half packed house books unopened |
changeling
two moths she flutters awake trying to find the light fingers a pen emerges into body |