Poems from her Moon Cycles collection

Cave Fingers swirling like water to a sinkhole Halima touches the swell, Whirlpools darkening at her navel, She waits As her husband Takes his fill, Syruping her fever, Roping her hair into necklaces, knuckled glass, chuckling, a phantom pain packing insanity and laughter and windows clear enough to look through.        Pause that […]