April Landscape, with Petals/Furrows/Wife

April Landscape, with Petals/Furrows/Wife

Willow blossoms deep in the lane, a rooster calls out at noon. Young mulberry leaves are still sharp and less than green. —Fan Ch’eng-ta In the waning dark old apple trees set the ridgeside ablaze with blossoms and bees, night’s tenderness captured in the vanishing...
Two Poems

Two Poems

  Where the Hunter Holds Best to face east with the front door out of the forest. Best to face east with a daughter’s room, windows in bloom. Best to face east where Venus steps out of the forest. Best to face east where the hunter holds the three-star sword, the...
Emails from and to Afaa Weaver

Emails from and to Afaa Weaver

Ed, I was thinking about you the other day when I left my acting class (I’m still working on my play Fences, building my character Troy Maxon). Anyway I was thinking about you and baseball. My father loved it as do you. So as part of my work on Maxon I signed up...
Two Poems

Two Poems

BELLFOUNDING Before the world, nothing                              was side-by-side, so no two things could be                               compared, or wished for or become, stars                                               had yet to function in myth: there...
Two Poems

Two Poems

            Pipedream : Lincoln City, Oregon               Tarry, then turn away. Which is my prayer....
Grunge

Grunge

We came from the dumb-struck future stuck in clock towers and the ghosts of DeLorean cars, Whitewater and the million-man march, war criminals in Bosnia, OJ and his glove, a unabomber’s manifesto in 35,000 words. We came as prodigies of an accidental world velvet...