Though he dwelled in lonelinessHe was anchored in eternity. A stranger among men he bore the Nether regions of the sun. He was deep in waking dreams,overwhelmed by inner voices. And so he died.  ____________________________________________________________ Ana M. Fores Tamayo advocates for marginalized refugee families from Mexico and Central America. Working with asylum seekers is…

So much forgotten,more than a momentin a field of darkness, more than the shape of a timeless thought.  Since memories cannot Spring from that, which isforgotten only theshadows of unreality remain for we of fading hours. Our hours, waiting to locateeternity, weighed down with the weariness of living, areresting on the edge of a razor.…

The editor has come unmoored in time.She has read this poem sometime before;Events do not follow their proper line.Behind her she hears the slam of a door. She has read this poem sometime before,The end is a disconcerting half-rhyme,Behind her she hears the slam of a door,A delivery for which…