For Aung san Sui Kyi and Burma’s Pro-Democracy Movement.
Friend, how will it be to lie
under the sky all eager and
quick as the wind beats
upon the door? Friend,
where will I sleep? tell me
how will I hide without roof
or door? the wind beats upon
our skulls.
The wind is everywhere.
Friend, I have given the […]
I woke up this morning to find three marvelous shooting stars in my in-box. It is rare that I get stars at all, let alone stars to make wishes on, let alone three of them. The arrived from one of my favorite living artists is Shelley, who can do no wrong in my […]
“begging bowl, calcutta” ZJC (2007)
“i’ve been in sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots” — nora zeale hurston
Why write of potato soup when a suddenscowl means the folly of blind jealousy?Why praise what others lack? Perhaps someoneelse will get these words flowing. But not me. Not now. What is this line I […]
My friend Ruelaine sent this note, I pass it along to you all:
It will be “An Evening to Remember,” so bring your friends over to the Old Town Poetry Series, this Wednesday, Sept. 12t, 7:30 PM, at the Creole Gallery, 1218 Turner Street in Lansing’s Old Town (near the intersection of Grand River Avenue and […]
“the myth of sedna” ZJC (2006)
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It is raining in Michigan. It is raining out on the lakes. My dear friend Sedna, with her rich songs of betrayal, death and resurrection, sent me a lament. I have been thinking of laments a […]