Poetry
On a Lovefeast of Yesterdays
Capturing the Scent of Rain
Chiefly in Autumn
Mama
Nkran
[panther]
These Hands
Wiconi
the author to the dead
Beloveds, beneath the surfaceof your last place, the tiny, oblivious fishes form wreaths above the sea grasses& their long reach— Some mornings, in my own city far away,I run to greet “you” come to me as sea, & carry myself out into your long, dark time like a child meetingits older cousins. I touch …