Won’t you celebrate with me what I have shaped into a kind of life? I had no model. Born in Babylon both nonwhite and woman.…

Summer is late, my heart. Words plucked out of the air some forty years ago when I was wild with love and torn almost in…

Loving a trapeze artist. Me the flyer, he the catcher… Someone who made void his home. Throwing me in the air Over and over. And…

There are names for what binds us: strong forces, weak forces. Look around, you can see them: the skin that forms in a half-empty cup,…

Afterwards, the compromise. Bodies resume their boundaries. These legs, for instance, mine. Your arms take you back in. Spoons of our fingers, lips admit their…