We are all much like flowers in the dark of night, awaiting the arrival of the sun, beneath natural forces, yet of it all. Soaking up hungrily, drinking giddily, what we can from what we’ve grown. Rooted, we are no different from the earth beneath us. We may raise our heads to worship above- the…
Entry 111216- You like a good show
The first to congratulate the one who does a fine trick, Your concept of quality (you proudly proclaim it as such) is quantity wrapped in a bow, sir. They do put on a good show, I’ll give you that. I’d give you more, if you could see what was before you instead of looking above,…
Entry 102716 – Music on the hill
My grandmother told me- She said, her mother, Ruth, sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee warming her hands, waiting for her husband to come home and kiss her and tell her good things. Oh, how she loved to be told good things. Her sons all went about their business- tumbling in the…
Entry 91515 – Devil in Shadow
The devil follows me He makes pacts with my shadow I stand by helplessly, I stay away So he stays away from you Have mercy, For he does not The rivers call, but I stay dry They renew, a reminder of my old self The waters rush by, caressing rocks, carrying fish and fallen leaves,…
Entry 61015 – Softly Built
In the night, at first, I painted pictures of my insides with words. The tired eyes, still and icy, inviting as winter snow deepened, followed the lines, learning me. Leaning over the barrier built of quiet struggles, handfuls of dirt up around the old firepit of love. The meeting left me naked, shaking. Cold. Awake….
On Broadway: ‘The Encounter’ Gets in Your Head
The Arthur Golden theater on Broadway, built in 1929, is housing a one man show run on haunting technological fervor through January 8th of next year. Simon McBurney and a team of sound operators and projection technicians bring to life a sparse but electrifying set made up of a handful of microphones, packs of bottled…
What We Can Learn from the Autumn Garden
Spring gardens get the glut of our attention for their buzzing, dripping, luscious display of new life. The bright green of new leaves bursting from buds and the many-colored petals surround us, echoing bird songs and the scratching of other newborn tree-dwellers scampering up the bark and home. It’s intoxicatingly merry, the gardens of spring……
Entry 82316 – Overexposure
It rings in my ears, the words “why are you showing me this?” Already insecure that my past The dimly-lit corners of my self would be an obstacle to being loved, “Why are you showing me this?” made me want to hide away, Good God, hide away and forget I ever let the light shine…
Entry 72616- Now is the Time of Monsters
As I sit sipping black, sweet coffee, The sun pouring into my room A weight is on my shoulders, though I am not called to duty My heavy heart echoes upward to my mind, though no one is asking anything of me. The gravel in my throat and fire dimmed in my belly are much…
Entry 53016- Questions for the Dead
My mother married a preacher’s son Who fished in the pond behind his father’s church during sermons. Her mother married a soldier Who left school at 13 to work when his father died. Before her, my great-grandmother wed an Irishman Who’s family called her “red skin” and treated her like a servant. Before that, I…
