MRS. QUIMBY’S ROCKETING DAY (for Zachary, Grayson, Allen Kyle and Mrs. Quimby) You see, Mrs. Quimby never thought she’d go up in…
Por Mi Amigo Mucho, Carlos Fuentes to write of sorrow in the heart for a friend who’s died, somehow words – never enough– when…
Por Mi Amigo Mucho, Carlos Fuentes to write of sorrow in the heart for a friend who’s died, somehow words – never enough– when we…
To Fall In Love in Spring to fall in love in spring, is to lose all cares, to be young…
A Child’s Hand (revised and expanded, 5. 20-22.12) (dedicated to all the children being killed in all the wars) a child’s hand in the…
A Child’s Hand (dedicated to all the children being killed in all the wars) a child’s hand in the rubble is not the same…
Rummage Sales of our Lives we collect things, I think, thinking we can shore ourselves up against time, to hold on to life…
My Serpent she snakes her body slowly around my hips, her thighs tho velvet, yet steel, squeezing me into her, body pulsing, she swells,…
well you know, Charlie Parker, he didn’t just jump into bebop, he came out of some lean, sad blues, and when he did those…
I took the safety off of my Glock, then I closed the door to my safe room. Sherry as usual, was brushing her hair…
it was in the sultan’s harem she wore sheer tan her face darker than the olives of cordoba, her fingers long, the softness of…
Sam Hamod “Everyday, everyday, everydaayyy I got the blues, talking of bad luck and sorrow Well you know I had my share…” – Joe Williams…
Sam Hamod – Dedicated to the people of Egypt I am alone listening To her singing, she is Slurring…
Sam Hamod The hills around Cordoba still echo of Arab horsemen, late in the afternoon, the smell of olives springs into the air, and the…
Sam Hamod In honor of the foremost lady of American and world journalism, Helen Thomas It’s a long drive in the 1940s from…
Sam Hamod And now let us believe in the long year given to us new untouched full of things that have never been …
Living and Re-Living Al Andalus: Book Review of Shadab Zeest Hashmi’s, Baker of Tarifa, by Sam Hamod Shadab Zeest Hashmi’s book of poems, Baker of…
Sam Hamod Translation by Imen Bennani قصيدة ابي بي يحرس مسجده في صمت انه يحوم حوله الان و يصلي يجلس على الدرج…و ينظر…..
Sam Hamod They told him, his blindness was only the first step into his seeing, that kind of daylight blossoming in the darkness,…
Sam Hamod Often when I’m introduced to Anglos, people say, “Did you say Hammond or was it Hamon?” I reply, “Hamod, like Mohammed.” In…
Sam Hamod Once upon a time, it seems, during the reign of the first strong president of Pakistan, Ayub Khan– President Khan decided he…
Sam Hamod His mother said, “ Bu-Abdul, do not cry to me, you are not mine, nor are you your father’s son, you, I…
Sam Hamod leaves move more slowly now, there is a brittleness you can smell in the air, changes of colors speak only of that one…