Playwright and poet John Carter is a former merchant seaman, railroadman, and wordsmith for hire who has ceased his wanderings and now lives out of sight with his wife and dogs. He has performed his poetry in various dives with the rock groups Eros and Luna and solo in more polite venues, including the Library of Congress. As an actor, he has played cop roles on stage and screen. Three of his plays have run in New York with a fourth on the way and a fifth in gestation. Life is rich.
There comes at last warm rain. The ox heaves forward. The plow sinks into the soil. The furrow opens, glistening and moist. The seed is strewn. From your wasted ribcage, what manner of life flowers next?