Poetry

Pitcher Plant Conquering your territories, I held my trident high

  Rain and iron   On thundered nights a child knows fear, yet comfort finds: snuggled warmly

Night in Buganda I stand by the window in Namilyango and stare out across the tops of the trees.

In Defense of Poets   What are we to do about the poets?

Allegory, Re-Assembled To suffer from the redundancy of those who came late. No last notes from comrades who left,...

  Reminiscence   I see neither a ship nor a sea! Only the murmuring sound awakens me from the...

  My Fukushima   1 Give it back give it back,

Flower Pot The front hall of house was marked by a huge flower pot,

Birds Two birds                                ...

Not Knowing Your Cause You are the wrongfully accused, I am a Jew from America.