What’s maddening about waiting is that it takes you further away from that for which you are waiting, and when you get too far, Read More
I go drifting among the classes, free and
Undiscriminating as a dollar or
A few squares of toilet paper
“You can’t do that forever,” those
Assholes Read More
After the quake in Shanghai she started spending most days at the art museum, in intimate positions with its subjects, and the patrons, their wide eyes blinking RAPE/RAPE and somewhere beyond the cornea, mind dilations: “The need to behold!”… True art. But these easy lids didn’t feel the earth shake. (Did it really happen?) She learned not only to shout when the painting squeezed her heart tight Read More
This is the day that completes you
With the first rays of the mighty eye
Playfully pulling you to play your prelude
Written in the last sunset’s sky Read More
Just out of the shower, baby in bed, husband putting toddler to sleep; I look down the hall to see the front room awash in that lemon-zest glow that is common of the dawn, but a prized gift for bedtime. Still seeing a light rain to the west where the sun is ready to slip behind the mountains, without hesitating I grab the camera and bolt out the kitchen door, sure there will be a heaven-sent rainbow in this reminding light. Read More
Where are the most beautiful words in the world? She wondered sitting in a rickety-old adage. Splintered wood and rusty nails threatened to sliver her dainty cream hands but answered, Read More
It began as a trickle.
A revelation. Words were dripping.
My soul thawed and I knew God.
Beheld wondrous things of the law,
I knelt in awe. Read More
To sacrifice smarts for wisdom
Simplicity the gift, the dream of the ages
All these lines evolve into something greater than themselves
Greatness intrinsic to the word-seeds
If you could love a perfect prophet then you know love Read More
Mason Zhang and I in the alley last night with the laobaixing salt-of-the-earth, including the cook who proudly performed his version of ‘ABCDEFG’ for me last week. His friend—a taxi driver in his fifties, though by appearance I’d have guessed at least seventy, by his sunken face with a bulge under the right side of his lip—didn’t smile when he said he was pleased, nor did he do so when he sang. He took the old revolution songs seriously and lifted his left leg to motion a guitar while his foot tapped the beat. Read More