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...
Dear Past Self,

Dear Past Self,

When I visited my childhood home last week, I could see you in the windows of our stone farmhouse with your pink glasses and tiny eyes . . . No, you weren’t ever that small, but that’s how I see you now, as small as Thumbelina, and our house too, and the...