Category Archive: My Writing

The Sun

  I know you The way growing things know you, reaching for your light Even now in this night I feel you behind the planet and even my fear knows you will rise… Continue reading

Mentioned in The Oxford Handbook of Shakespeare & Performance (ahem, ahem)

My old friend Cary Mazer sent me notice today that I am quoted in his article with the impressive title “Documenting the Demotic: Actor Blogs and the Guts of the Opera Singer” in… Continue reading

Noa 2

I am sitting in my home, listening to Rickie Lee Jones’ magical and haunting piece called Traces of the Western Slopes from what is arguably her greatest album, Pirates. Take me now From the… Continue reading

Gibran’s trees

Traveller now you can stop counting how many shelters that fell homes that were not yours hands that pushed. Feel no shame traveller for your journey (which continues) for the dark hollows you… Continue reading

Ice Fishing

Steel teeth ripping through steel ice feet thick he watches one bead of sweat land on the wounded circle he is carving and melt. The circle gives way. He pushes one side of… Continue reading

Ectoplasm

Consider your origen: It is likely someone was drunk a frantic clutch of fabric and air a smolder of desire Or the thing growing beneath the mud now arching against the insurmountable anyway… Continue reading

Make it personal.

  One of the heroes I hold up for us to examine in this seminar is Korczak Ziolkowski, the man responsible for the design of the Crazy Horse Monument in the Black Hills of… Continue reading

The agreement of traffic lights

Do you hear the sound of breaking glass and grinding steel the moans of those about to die? Those are the sounds we hear when we ignore the agreement of traffic lights.  … Continue reading