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