"words break me, break / from me, branchlets / glinting gray in moon / -light, slivered green by…

Beirut, looked at from within, was a world escaping from the history that had raised it or given…

Sometimes you should look into the jaws of hell and then look closer. Put your head right between…

It is not poetry about M/D, not a memoir or a victim’s tale, not a survival guide or an analysis;…

Voice in this work is a figure of hybridity, born from a mongrel American culture to perform…