![Letters to Federico](https://www.tbr-olderissues.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/sahana-470x140.jpg)
Your initial lines still as unreadable,
Final lines just as your self,
How your words had gradually
Ascended
Into your overwhelming sense of
Shame, sorrow, and fire.
![OREGON COAST: THE SEARCH FOR ORDER IN SEPARATE THINGS](https://www.tbr-olderissues.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/jeanberrett-470x140.jpg)
Umbrellas and pity passed me by
as water from heaven
fell onto pop cans and whiskey bottles
thrown on the grass and sidewalk.
![THE HOUSE THAT LOTA DE MACEDO SOARES BUILT IN SAMAMBAIA](https://www.tbr-olderissues.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/edmiller-470x140.jpg)
When the cascade was revealed
its babble was replaced by
the allegations of cotinga birds
and the pleas of tamarin monkeys.
![Shiva Bhairava](https://www.tbr-olderissues.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/shiva-470x140.jpg)
Sandalwood statue,
you’ve fed yourself to River
Karnali; currents
gnawed everything you are not.
![Pandavas](https://www.tbr-olderissues.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/pandavas-470x140.jpg)
We stood in a row, I do not remember who led,
Who brought up the rear,
But the fireflies raged,
Lighting up the forest, the velvet rocks
![Bhasha Dibosh](https://www.tbr-olderissues.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/bhashadibosh-470x140.jpg)
every night you ask why I love you
and every night I fail to answer.
Tonight, on Bhasha Dibosh,
I have an answer.
![Farmers' Market](https://www.tbr-olderissues.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/DAMASCUS-470x140.jpg)
The children double-time,
surrendering keffiyahs and hijabs
to the breeze.
They will not make it.
![Myth Making](https://www.tbr-olderissues.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/mythmaking-470x140.jpg)
I would have sat you down and explained, poured
you a mug of coffee and placed it on
that aqua-painted table we bought at
the thrift store that winter in Alaska
![Untitled](https://www.tbr-olderissues.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/rape-470x140.jpg)
Bare every women and rip her on the streets,
And spare not even your mother, own
The pound for murder lingers no more,
![Les femmes d'Haïti](https://www.tbr-olderissues.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/haiti-470x140.jpg)
Woman carrying basket of pineapple
Atop her head, hair like an Arabesque carpet
Woven with a million coarse black threads
![The Fruits of Halabja](https://www.tbr-olderissues.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/halabja-470x140.jpg)
children who had eaten breakfast
with their mothers took their
supper with their ancestors.
![August, 42nd](https://www.tbr-olderissues.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/august42nd-470x140.jpg)
There is no relief, no getting over this heat,
so I settle down and stare into the sky