In icy fields. …
Naomi Shihab Nye
What? …
Dear Abby, said someone from Oregon, …
In college, people were always breaking up. …
“A true Arab knows how to catch a fly in his hands,” …
Every few minutes, he wants …
Letters swallow themselves in seconds. …
There was the method of kneeling, …
At the 100-year-old National Elk Refuge …
Standing outside …
The river is famous to the fish. …
Because the eye has a short shadow or …
Some nights …
On an island the soft hue of memory, …
I’m not interested in …
Spun silk of mercy, …
We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men. …
The tiny journalist …
Serum of steam rising from the cup, …
When people have a lot …
Music lives inside my legs. …
My brother, in his small white bed, …
Tip their mouths open to the sky. …
is not turning the way you thought …
Humps of shell emerge from dark water. …
My grandmother’s hands recognize grapes, …
We made it from the ground-up corn in the old back pasture. …
Roselva says the only thing that doesn’t change …
What can a yellow glove mean in a world of motorcars and governments? …
Each day I miss Japanese precision. Trying to arrange things …