The Grove in the Night

It was night in Kyoto. In a grove on a mountain, in July 1995, as I was preparing to leave Japan, I received one of the great gifts of my life. It began with the Kyoto Connection, an international arts gathering. Over several months, I’d taken the stage at the Connection in various guises: as…

The Drunken Bicycles

The drunken bicycles off Kiamachi green zen flag weeds   And there, below the High Level Bridge shopping carts slow migratory chevrons   In every heart a notch where first rays light in every single heart   This was my river while your eyes watched the water this was my river frozen still will spring…