First Come, First Served
A Christmas-Tide Monologue The following dramatic monologue features an innkeeper at wits’ end in a Judean hill town. Because the script alternates between mutterings to himself (in italics), and his full voice addressed to family and guests, (bold-face) a microphone would be useful. At several points guests apparently speak to the innkeeper, moments marked only […]
Somewhere By A Silent, Weary Sea
Somewhere by a silent, weary sea, that voice calls. Somewhere on a twilight shore, that hand is raised in greeting. Somewhere in the chill of dawn, that hearth crackles with promise. An Eastertide Poem: John 21:4ff
Pilgrimage
The bucket-of-bolts bus tunneling through nightPassing pagoda and lantern light, With satchels lashed to the roof,Brings you through a temple town To a river crossing by pirogue.On the far bank a tonga* waits,Carries you ’cross fallow fields of lumpy paddy,Spoked wooden wheels rolling, Horse straining under a switch Along tortured ruts,Cart lurching, creaking, shudderingFinally to […]
Barn and Spider
In some north countryWhere birch groves portend drifts to come,Stands afield a sage and weathered barn,Ranks of rafters peaking in lofty shadow.A shaft of lightCatches spider’s filigree,Exquisite ‘gainst the darkness,Riding whispers in the hay mow.Appears the weaver at this loomInspecting lifework spun for purpose,Who pauses now To puzzle at an out-of-pattern strand,A single filament rising, […]