The Race Lost

Abundantly clear, this passage, begun in youth, and without fear or remorse, traces uncertain human paths like a blind man whose agile fingers uncover all there is to know with the lightest touch. Immeasurably rich, this interpreter offers open wounds and inexhaustible hope.

"San Francisco Evening"

"Steep steps exhaust us so we're unready for the dragons of defeated Chinese dynasties whose magic clutched a sinking heart

Drunk with nighttime incense, a sorcerer awaits as imagination's key unlocks the lacquered red apartment door, you're home, not yet..."