Ode to the Analog Age
Praise the newspaper tossed each morning by a boy on a bicycle, ink of newsprint, thinness of paper.
Praise phone booths where we waited in line and paid...
Man Stands Outside the World
Perched not so high,in squatty crouched gargoyleposition.
Man stands outside the worldand I am that man.
Rubbing a morning’s dewfrom gushing goldfingers.
A...
Imagining
Imagine light unpeelinglike appleskin,or a cloud of crowscircling,from a woodland pondreflectingtrees aboveregarding me with wonder,imagining me.
Awakening
See morning unpeellike an orange,loop the merry-go-round sun andonceagainchurn...
Banks America
it’s raining, it’s pouringold-monied bankers are snoringdreaming wetly on a Sunday morning
whether to still those robo-pensthat keep scribbling and scribblingsignature after signature accepting...
"But one of my most extraordinary experiences as an artist, and I carry it with me still, was on Igbo Landing in St. Simon’s Island, Georgia, where I went to do research on Gullah culture. And I went to meditate, but I went to this particular site, which is off Dunbar Creek, and it’s a place where, the place where a great group of Igbo people had jumped off a slave ship, to avoid being made slaves."
Mid-Thirties
Toddler, pigtails loosening,hides behind her mother’s legs,two tiny hands around one adult knee.Mother leans down,whispers in her daughter’s ear.Child smiles,tilts her head to one...
