I found you buried in me that day I swam to the island crowning on Lake … Lake … I forget its name. Instead I remember catching my breath only …
The Jewel of the Himalaya
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 …
We Eat Like Kings
Briny and smiling, he stood in the kitchen, pulled me over to the pot, lifted the lid: an odd insect with pomegranate- seed eyes waved its feelers like awkward chopsticks.
The Night Moving
How does the night move? There must be a moment when it moves over your body. You are half night, half day then, you are a sister to the moon,