Philip Whalen’s Chair First to arrive, I wait inside the empty circle for our zazen to begin. The basement waits too, so thick with quiet and so dim it’s almost dark. Against the back door, windows green with a wet and waving … [Read more...]
Two poems: “Ed Dorn Beside the Cloud of Unknowing” and “Fantasia”
Ed Dorn Beside the Cloud of Unknowing His Collected Poems on my nightstand, so thick that there’s room on the spine for his portrait, his face, sardonic behind cheap sunglasses, his life’s work shouldering the slim volume by some anonymous monk who … [Read more...]
St. Huncke
St. Huncke Christ was hung between the thieves and forgave them amid the blaze and fly buzz of Golgatha, maybe he finally reckoned that thievery is nothing if not a borrowing of glory, the grand barter that’s truly the only real … [Read more...]