Travel: A Poem
The birds that traverse the garden – Emerging to sight above the hedge, The silvery magnolia tree, the rose Branches splayed against the sky – From east…
What the Dragonfly Told Me
Bend down, arch down Down toward the glass surfaced pond Not a ripple disturbs your amorous gaze Lower now still to witness your birth anew And with…
The Next Generation
This strong foreigner’s strength Passed down through her father’s blood And before that from Yangban The honored class of scholars To this woman who is now The…
Made in Italy: A Poem
There is this room. There are the paintings, Family photographs standing in their frames, Sofas, cushions – books, magazines, coasters On the table – the little Italian…