Yours Truly

I am your older, calm, sutra-reading uncle I am your younger, mischievous Tequlia-drinking uncle I am your biggest fan I am your sounding board for the unutterable I am your archivist I am your remembrancer

With the Gazans

Palestinians in short do not deserve anything like a narrative or collective actuality, and so they must be transmuted and dissolved into essentially negative images. —Edward Said, From Oslo to Iraq and the Road Map:…

On Ryōkan

The following was written about Japanese Zen Master Ryōkan by a friend… When Ryōkan visits it is as if spring had come on a dark winter’s day. His character is pure and he is free of…

Numbers

for Hedy 45 phone calls on 8.15 82 guests at birthday party 1948 arrival in USA 5 attempts to reach people in Gaza 2 grand-daughters 20+ years working fair housing 1982 wake-up call 2 parents…

Presence

I had a shrine for a while A photo collage of the greatest hits of your life I meditated on it on those bright desolate winter days Your effervescence somehow emanating from the black and…

Soul’s Soundtrack

Before coming to tonight’s writing class I listened to a song from my youth George Harrison late 1970 My Sweet Lord I think I could go far in mettā If I allowed that song to penetrate…