New work by this well-known Bay Area writer and Zen teacher. “It's freezing at degree zero, wind bites -/ The crystal arguments fall into taller shapes/ And the tension around the eyes lengthens/ At the end of every turn around the park/ 'Kick Me' is a sign everyone wears” (from “The Enigma of Memory”).
Tuscon, AZ: Chax Press (January 1, 2004)
“The poems in some ways often question their own being / existence. They do that by piling the unexpected on the unexpected – the unexplained on the unexplained. They are sort of implosive odes. And perhaps odes to that implosion.”