2015
Between Acts
Recently Banned Literature
Show and Tell
In his dream, he wandered the narrow, winding streets of an ancient city. Along the way, he saw an old blind woman selling nuts and grains, and a young boy carrying fresh warm bread to customers as yet unknown to him. Hearing his footsteps and smelling the bread, the woman bade him stop; this he did, bowing theatrically, as was his wont. Speaking in a singing sort of way, he […]
2018
Canvas 1,182
Canvas 1,182
Between Windmills
The Other Hand Clapping
While writing One Hand Clapping, I once made the funny suggestion to myself that I follow the book with another, and call it The Other Hand Clapping. Had the second book been written, it might have contained the following entry from Recently Banned Literature, which records a chance meeting just as it happened. The Other Hand Clapping We met in the library lobby outside the Friends store. “Bless you,” […]
2011
Canvas 220
Canvas 220
He Took the Morning in His Hands
He took the morning in his hands and said it was an orange. I’d never seen one peeled that way. He offered me a slice of daylight. I remember the way it felt on my tongue. Papa, I said, Tell me, Is this really the sun? He laughed. Yes, he said, As long As we’re young. He peeled it up. He peeled it down. He peeled a house. He peeled […]
November 2016: Poems and Passages
When one posts blog entries almost daily for ten years, there are inevitable changes — in mood, certainly, but also in subject matter, style, and approach. And yet, written as they are by the same hand, they are familiar and recognizable. It’s a bit like visiting a waterfall during different times of the year: now the music is heightened; now the rocks are more exposed; and while the distance from […]
Rainbows and Windmills
I think I’ve already mentioned somewhere that I tend to forget poems almost as soon as they’re written. It’s interesting, because so many, like this one, are memory-driven, and each verse is its own childhood or family album. Rainbows and Windmills Sometimes we leave with rainbows in our pockets, and sometimes we travel without them, knowing there are always rainbows about; and yet a crumpled rainbow is its own […]
November 2014: Drawing and Poem
Night in bloom The night in bloom, as if the moon both meant to stay, and go; just so, my hat, my coat, my soul. Recently Banned Literature, November 8, 2014
Verses
1 at the center of which is Man, said the woman unto him, laughing, her symphony a breath of hands. 2 There were walls in those days: 3 The cotton patch on one side, impossible to mend; her father at the window, plotting murder; her mother knitting sandwiches: 4 Bolls, half open, scratchy to retrieve; the failed blood of […]
