Woodblock Prints

If a man falls to his knees in a forest
and there’s nobody there to hear
his soft weeping …

Zini in February, dusty ochre and dry. Where the village & I fulfill ceremony prescribed. From sun up to sun down for days. Nursing akpeteshie, the men sit beneath a fruitless mango tree. But Goddesses cast in all shades of night Yoginis of their own Rite—Women wield elements in malasana. They cook and bear the

On Boston Common a white girl digs in the sand, swings with black kids, climbs the bars, and if she looks long at hair, color and eyes What does she think, what does she know? * Together a black man, a white woman and her mother enter a New York art gallery; they separate. The