It’s not the gemstones or fossils
Sold to tourists and museums
Says Sherpa Lhamu of Dingboche.
Not even Dalh Baht that keeps us
Nepalese nimble like mountain goats.
The West calls it potato.
The Chinese call it tudou—bean of earth.
But we call it aloo—small, muddy, bountiful
Heavier than mountains.
In spring, before snow melts
The whole village stops:
No cooking, no music, no fire or visitor.
In silence we plough, bending over the soil
After Ansel Adams’ “Moonrise Over Hernandez, New Mexico 1941″
Stood by the edge of the mountain, the day coming fully
to crows. Stood and the …
Small House Ruins
[in the] Open
bone and stone
then fall away
[As] the foot
by Stefanie Wortman
My tomatoes don’t grow, or they grow
too big, black starbursts spreading
over the stem ends. With yellow-
stained hands, I brush off the ants
that patrol the …
In my backyard, as the bower, the grotto, it should be,
I range through my lands, employing hidden hahas;
a gentle rise reveals vast panoramas, distant mists, grazing llamas.