The Elephant Head Triptych

Ganesh makes three donations of five words to the keep Liy awake on a hot day fund in exchange for five-minute poems 3.  Sometimes I can’t touch her. Sometimes she keeps a fire that could dry Japan’s islands to a desert. And I am one lonely camel, blinded in all her sandstorms. But when she…

A meltdown and a triptych and back by Malaysia Day

Once upon a time, I wrote a fair bit. I read what I wrote onstage: bits of head and heart on paper that fluttered in shivers when held up to a mic. Flyers around town had my name on it even though I wasn’t in a band. And then I was in a band— in…