To Bill

April 23, 2011

To Bill
freedom is the gift to be alive though dead
-Anthony Towne

rumors of dead burying undead
reach me here
but do not touch,
the flags still wave
the signposts stand,
words of welcome
and love’s strange silence
hang in the air
like the puppet acrobats and clowns
in his study

rejoice, rejoice
again I say rejoice

e.e. keeps damning everything but the circus,
and the parades of life and death
keep clashing in ever larger
ever smaller circles
death to life
life to death
silence, accommodation, mediocrity
love’s passion and longsuffering
the onceness of our passing and being
the taking up and laying down
of our lives
for others
for the world
for ourselves

rejoice, rejoice

he was always passing
from death to life
life to death
many times a day
I feel so little sadness
at this latest passing
one more glory
to glory
there is so little
that needs to be said

the eschaton flag

March 30, 2010

designed by Bill Stringfellow and myself
made by Cathy Payne, of Block Island

love, fish, scales of justice, the word
cross with a crown of juggling balls
at the center

first puzzle

August 20, 2009


made this in 1983, while on Block Island,
living with Stringfellow.

the breezeway

May 26, 2009

Bill had a “breezeway,” that’s what he called it, a narrow space between the house and what was originally the garage — about five feet wide and fifteen feet long. The previous owner had converted the garage into an office with large plate glass windows where the garage doors had been and had enclosed the breezeway in a glass and aluminum contraption with a storm door on either end. If the back door of the breezeway was unlatched and you opened the front it was likely that the back would suddenly swing outward with the wind that whipped up from the harbor. The doors would bang and clatter and you could hear the sucking and wheezing of the hydraulic closers as they fought the gusts and tried to pull themselves shut