Saudade
Sitting at Café Spinoza Writing you a postcard (from The Art of Japan) Wishing I could invade Your Brooklyn life For ten straight hours
Sitting at Café Spinoza Writing you a postcard (from The Art of Japan) Wishing I could invade Your Brooklyn life For ten straight hours
Dear Bella US troops left South Vietnam in 1973 The war ended in 1975 The war was over But this is what I’ve learned from students The stories they’ve told me After class usually In…
Driving west on Highway 40 Heading to the university Birkenstocked right foot on accelerator Looking at the left side-view mirror Rising 7 a.m. sun Reminding me I’m a denizen of the cosmos
When you honor the ordinary by your photographs When you circulate your current motifs When you take a prophetic stand Sic crescit gloria mundi –from the novel-in-process, Our Heroic and Ceaseless 24/7 Struggle against Tsuris
Simone Dearest Such a disorienting week! Not at all what you expected! But did you really take refuge in Ms. Clinton? And in the DNC? And in the platform of the Democratic Party? And in…
In that spring semester course There were 40 students The official limit was 35 But I let more in Before starting The Book of Mev I asked “How many of you Have known someone— A…
Breathing in, 57th Avenue Breathing out, ah, the Begonias Sitting in the outdoor café– This is it, this is it, this is it
Dear Sunil, Thought I’d share one of my recent reading binges with you. I read a book late spring called American Veda, about how Indian thought has influenced the USA (from Thoreau and Emerson through the…
Dear Yehudit So, this month, in addition to reading Dorothee Sölle (superb!) I am also reading a lot of Nawal El-Saadawi Egyptian novelist, physician Thorn in the side of patriarchy She reminds me of you You…
He’d been home a couple of months Against his better judgment He said yes he’d come To his fraternity’s party Before he left for Iraq He never drank alcohol Even with his fraternity brothers And…