Oh For God's Sake
People assumed we were together. You told me
to be patient. I was always there, even that time
when he, too, came to fetch you. But were
you anywhere, for example, when I came
out of anesthesia intensely envisioning
your hovering above me only to encounter
an old mans face. My angel had run off
for a day with wild ponies. Repeatedly,
from your move to Manhattan on, Id been left
holding the bag, a third of the goods in the U-Haul
were yours, and you werent even there to help
unload it. I had to hire others. You wonder
why I tired of tripping over the boxes you left
overwhelmed by anxiety, anger, abandonment!
I needed your hands more than promises
Born in Dayton, Ohio, and a graduate of Indiana University, I continue in the tradition of spiritual renaming, which may be seen in both Biblical and Native-American examples. In my case, the name Jnana (commonly pronounced Ja-NAN-a, Sanskrit for the path of intellect or discernment) was bestowed when I dwelled in a Yoga ashram in eastern Pennsylvania.
As a professional journalist, Ive also resided in Upstate New York, in two additional quarters of Ohio, in desert-expanse orchards of Washington State, in the Mississippi River ribbon of eastern Iowa, in the harbor city of Baltimore, and finally in former textile-mill towns of New Hampshire.
All along, my writing has grown out of spiritual exploration. Often, seeking the unique cadence of each place Ive dwelled. At other times, delving headlong into confrontations and paradoxes that entangle present-day romance, sexual attraction, and intimacy. Not infrequently, as mythology has long demonstrated, landscapes and loving overlap.
Experimentation - a desire to discover, by trial and error, structures and language to synthesize the details I employ - is a central concern in much of my poetry.