Daily Archives: March 27, 2012

When I Think of You

  When I think of you, I think of the early morning market From the window, way before sunrise. The old street vendor with her big barrel Engulfing the skin-and-bone hunch back. Her soft shivering voice: “Fresh fish, fresh shrimps” Then off she phased into the foggy road. When I think of you, I think [...]


For a little boy

This poem was based on some young boys I saw playing by the roads our tour bus was taking in Vietnam. My Concerns I do not know that you are watching me play, or rather, I should say, I do not care. What I care for is how the mud squishes between my toes and [...]