Fifty years have passedsince I started living in those dark townsI was telling you about.Well, not much has changed. I still can’t figure outhow to get from the post office to the swings in the park.,Apple trees blossom in the cold, not from conviction,and my hair is the color of dandelion fuz...

After a Guarani legend recorded by Ernesto Morales One day in the forest there was somebodywho had never been there beforeit was somebody like the monkeys but tallerand without a tail and without so much hairstanding up and walking on only two feetand as he went he heard a voice calling Save me as t...

My mother never forgave my fatherfor killing himself,especially at such an awkward timeand in a public park,that springwhen I was waiting to be born.She locked his namein her deepest cabinetand would not let him out,though I could hear him thumping.When I came down from the atticwith the pastel port...

Your bright younger sister whom so many fancy toBe you was always getting in the way when your friendsWere about.  An “altogether inconvenient childWith an alarming memory” one of them said once.She would help you sometimes when a trick was to be played,A pompous visitor to be derid...

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;I hear my echo in the echoing wood–A lord of nature weeping to a tree.I live between the heron and the wren,Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. What’s madness but nobility of soulAt odds with circumstan...

I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-  dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding  Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and stridingHigh there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wingIn his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,&n...

Human beings suffer,they torture one another,they get hurt and get hard.No poem or play or songcan fully right a wronginflicted and endured. The innocent in gaolsbeat on their bars together.A hunger-striker’s fatherstands in the graveyard dumb.The police widow in veilsfaints at the funeral hom...

After the doctor checked to seewe weren’t ruptured,the man with the short cigar took usunder the grade school,where we went in case of attackor storm, and saidhe was Clifford Hill, he wasa man who believed dogsate dogs, he had once killedfor his country, and ifthere were any girls presentfor t...

Individuality?is not of the substance of elements.It is an organism, indivisiblyoccupiedby elementary objects of a divergent character:if youwere to attempt division, these partswould die. Myself,for instance: an entire dramatic company. Enter an ancestor, prophetic;enter a hero, brutala rake, alcoh...