Call to Prayer
Rain fails. We slip through the red mud of Africa. Night cuts to the bone. CLICK TO LISTEN TO RECORDING
Rain fails. We slip through the red mud of Africa. Night cuts to the bone. CLICK TO LISTEN TO RECORDING
“… the poets among us can be ‘literalists of the imagination’ — above insolence and triviality, and can present for inspection, “imaginary gardens with real toads in them” ” — from Marianne Moore’s “Poetry” (1967) CLICK TO LISTEN TO RECORDING
They come for blessings, thumbs softly touching foreheads. The sun whips their backs. CLICK TO LISTEN TO RECORDING
Three hundred children hang on an intake of breath. White Bear sings to her. CLICK TO LISTEN TO RECORDING