1991: Edge of Desert Storm

it’s 1991 i share an apartment three of us, and our assorted beloveds, none of them natural friends, brought together by our unilateral decree these things can work these are the days foretold by paul simon of miracle and wonder glasnost and perestroika and the fallen berlin wall have us all stretching up toward a…

1990:To Write My Own Song

it’s 1990 and i’m back at university this is the year i will join the chorus but before that, a song   i write a song, for a little theatre show when the actors start singing flood, through a little-used channel joy of the music rolls me right out the door   in a dingy…

1989: Image and Reality

it’s 1989 i’ve become accustomed to the song of cicadas in the patio the nightly drop of avocados morning’s race to get my share before pirate rats taste them all; accustomed to flipping fruit to find toothmarks in the hide and never a glimpse of fur or tail.   i’ve grown used to the softness…

1988: Para Empezar

it was 1988 the morning after a thunderstorm that washed part of the mountainside down i caught my first sight of Ajijic. my plane arrived late, and the first i knew of Mexico was rich tropical air, and then, the white-painted waists of roadside trees in the heavy, sub-tropical night. i woke in a room…

1987: Harmonics

it was 1987, and my creative writing class had created for me a community, stevie and mokina; outside the academy’s walls, we’d drink tea cheap beer, potato skins, and we’d walk stevie and i, we would sometimes sing together but we couldn’t harmonise. it was as if we were designed in different keys. he lived…