Poetry*Contrary to what they believed, I was never allergic to skin. Or sunrays. I wasn’t a cadre.**Arrested by three. Tortured by five. Fornication. For negligence. For negation. Wasn’t that a question about a syzygy? Or posture? He even pawned...

Poetryafter Lou Reed   I dreamed –   I was the poet laureate of Naypyitaw, the Abode of Generals.    The Generalissimo was a poet too. So was the Generalissimo’s  American cocker spaniel.  To exorcise the woes in me I took the wok pan   I used to cook kanzunywak for...