Trade World Center
During the time of a falling city, I came to the Yucatan and spoke to my Mayan friends, and, through the Mayan language and contact with their lush world, I came to inhabit a different place. During a time of fission, I experienced fusion—the coming together of various forces. This book of poetry recaptures that journey and presents a critique, deconstructing the three major themes that are suggested by the reordered name of a fallen building: TRADE WORLD CENTER.
from the Foreword
Excerpt
I tied my eyes to the world. Place =
Kahal. I planted in the gardens of the
City of the Dead. Story = Tsikbal.
The axis mundi. The Sacred Cenote.
The central nervous system of the
planet. To feel each minute’s blessing.
At what point did we stop being angels?
Kahal Tsikbal. I cry time.
The city that was the world tipped over.