One of my poems appears in Qarrtsiluni, as part of the special issue on Worship edited by Fiona Robyn and Kaspalita. It's called Without Ceasing, and that link will take you to the poem in both print and audio form.
Here's how it begins:
The wash of dawn across the sky
reveals your signature.
Cicadas drone your praise
through the honey-slow afternoon.
The angular windmills on the ridge
recite your name with every turn...
You can read the whole thing at the magazine; if you do so, feel free to comment there or here. As always, I'm honored to be in such fine company. Thanks, editors.