After a hurricane
the ordinariness of days.
A woman home from work
puts her children in their beds,
imagines a faithful lover in her own.

Though often alone, I’m seldom lonely.
Born under the sign of the Tiger,
I can spot a thief a mile away
and do not close in
unless loneliness holds sway.

must and should

A book must be an axe for the frozen sea inside us... (Franz Kafka)
How does one come to write with such power?
With force, daggers penetrate at large;
flowers penetrate our timid hearts less than they should.