Door in the Mountain

Never ran this hard through the valley never ate so many stars I was carrying a dead deer tied on to my neck and shoulders deer legs hanging in front of me heavy on my chest People are not wanting to let me in…

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Two-Headed Woman

in this garden growing following strict orders following the Light see the sensational two-headed woman one face turned outward one face swiveling slowly in —"in this garden," Lucille Clifton  In "The Spirit Writing…

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Sisyphusina

Picture a balloon. Note the color (red, or maybe white), the smooth texture. Pull it taut and listen to the rubber groan. Now paste upon its skin a strip of newsprint, or a photocopy of your hand, or a photocopy of your…

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Ready for the World

I Instagram, therefore I am. Or am I? How can we know what we know? Is it real even (or perhaps especially) if we can only see it with the eye of the heart? Over the past few years, Instagram has become home to astrology…

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To Be Taken Seriously

Words are to be taken seriously. I try to take seriously acts of language. Words set things in motion. I’ve seen them doing it. Words set up atmospheres, electrical fields, charges. I’ve felt them doing it. Words conjure…

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Everybody All Day Long Knows What Is Happening

You can tell that so well in the difficulty of writing novels or poetry these days. The tradition has always been that you may more or less describe the things that happen you imagine them of course but you more or less…

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A Writer's Diary

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some…

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