Daily Archives: May 22, 2017

Writing in a far and broken country, my pen knows its kinship with the dark forest, asks direction of its trees, celebrates its quiet amity over the din of plastic medicine vials, the 40-foot serpentine specter of a cannulae, the hiss and sigh of an oxygen compressor amid layered silences. We are named on a long list of regional poets. The region is the sickroom where the palm and birch in the… Read More