SCRABBLE© Brothers, do not make collections of words —Zen Master Hengchuan (1222-1289) He played on screens like everyone else. Still, around the house, in jars that once held fruit preserved from fall, pickled eggs to last through winter, he kept ancient wooden tiles, unsorted. From time to time, but every day, he filled his right hand with letters. Worried them like rosary beads. Sure that runes would give up meaning and form themselves into that one, perfect score: The misplaced name of God.
Mark J. Mitchell was born in Chicago and grew up in southern California. His latest poetry collection, Roshi San Francisco, was just published by Norfolk Publishing. Starting from Tu Fu was recently published by Encircle Publications. A new collection is due out in December from Cherry Grove.He is very fond of baseball, Louis Aragon, Miles Davis, Kafka and Dante. He lives in San Francisco with his wife, the activist and documentarian, Joan Juster where he made his marginal living pointing out pretty things. Now, like everyone else, he’s unemployed.He has published 2 novels and three chapbooks and two full length collections so far.