Poem for Aneta Chapman on Her 33rd Birthday
Coming Back from Seeing Your People
Trapdoors to the Cellar Spring-Grass Green
A Native Person Looks up from the Plate
I Was So Puzzled by the Attacks
At First, It Is True, I Thought There Were Only Peaches & Wild Grapes
Reverend E. in Her Red Dress
All the People Who Work for Me & My Dog Too
The Snail Is My Power Animal
Thousands of Feet Below You
Living off of Isolated Women
The Last Time I Left Our House
Why the War You Have in Mind (Yours and Mine) Is Obsolete
The Climate of the Southern Hemisphere
Where Is That Nail File? Where Are My Glasses? Have You Seen My Car Keys?
Why War Is Never a Good Idea
When We Let Spirit Lead Us
Dreaming the New World in Careyes
Because Light Is Attracted to Dark
When Fidel Comes to Visit Me
Someone Should Have Taught You This
My Mother Was So Wonderful
Some Things to Enjoy About Aging
If They Come to Shoot You
You Too Can Look, Smell, Dress, Act This Way
The Breath of the Feminine
Bring Me the Heart of Maria Sabina.
