Ghazal to Bob, in the Night

It’s a new year, but I haven’t changed. I cannot resist responding to awesome poetry. I do hope Mr. Okaji will forgive me taking his name in this vein… Anchors aweigh, we settle lower in the water every year we are blessed to yet bob in the night. Pockets emptied, we cast vestments to slaughter…

Out Among the Ghazals

Ashes in the Making (after Agha Shahid Ali’s Even the Rain) you seem to dance like morning’s leaves in brightest hue a grove of secrets burning, ashes in the making. no lover ever naturally delighted in the view of his or her heart’s desire as ashes in the making. black shoals of coal wrenched from…