Here are a few more poems. They are a bit older, but check 'em out.

ONE child
An incandescent unit born
So some say
To connect all through this unity
Look at these squirrels
Plump dingy brown bodies tussling and whirling
That little unity must be motion
The very kinetic snap of wrestling and tilting
A connection like the earth’s axis
Swirl slightly as your continent
Splinters Hindu logic and spirit
Until it all is one
Or starts again.

CONFESSION
IF I forget thee Jerusalem
I have forgot nothing
For life is forgetting
That whiff of timid frankincense blown away
Like something-dried brown
Cracking like cement pillars
Imitating holy spires
Giving way to the gag reflex of the mind
Spite
Further falling to the sun
A sinking orange parchment
Which in turn can not even
Remember your name
Jerusalem

HER mouth moves in an orange cemetery
Sunlight careens off gravestones
Choking in the wet dew
Off a flower in the widow’s hand
A stiff stem scratches
Her lip