Four Poems

My Mother’s Mother (Speaks) For years, I forgot how to laugh,and the mirror smiled back like a stranger. My tongue swam like leaves in hot tea,the silence burning at my mouth. Homeless, I live with my daughter,the smallest one, hard as the earth. The one always running away:from her marriage, her country, her home. Run … [Read more…]

Loving My Neighbor

“Love your neighbor, yet pull not down your hedge.” – George Herbert Once I called the cops on my neighbor. He was not, as you’d expect, obviously deserving of such a measure. He does not drive me mad with his stereo, like the guy who lives below my poor old parents, whose vibrations make my … [Read more…]