When we fail to respond humanely to refugees, we not only deny their vulnerability, we also deny our own.
Call them God if you must
these messengers that bring hard evidence
of what I once was and where I have been…
I was fifteen years old
When I found the moon in the Biabanak sand dunes.
A New Generation of West Pointers Joins America’s Hopeless Wars
Samsara’s in every in-breath, each shutter click of attention: first warning
signs of famine, children lining up
for the soldiers’ candy
The season was autumn. Threads of smoke
unwound from the chimneys. Every compass pointed