the cherry orchard

walk to the left around the house

step through the wet grass up a slight incline

locate the tree

pick two cherries

beware of bees...

crossing the gulf

only occasionally is there a glass to separate the child from the world, the side known from that unexplored, the hand from the oven, the water from the oil, the benign from the harmful. so much the better, then, for arbitrary gestures, unbound desire, calamitous alloys, and danger-- pure, magnificent, instructive...

unscripted codas

neatly, almost as if she is being guided by the invisible hands of special effects manipulators, she opens her blouse to reveal a bosom as uncanny as it is natural. the earth does not experience emotion--
she just provides the setting for it; the sine qua non of emotion and indeed life...