Toshiko’s Cup

The smaller the bowl
The more precious the tea
Or is that just a rumor?
An echo from Rikyu’s suicide?
From confusion that ignites when the exquisite
Mixes with the mundane
Leaving the residue of this wave-washed vessel
A paradox
Solved only by use.

Rainbow void in clay
Fired to hold rare infusions
Sipped by human lips.


by Bruce E. Whitacre


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Bruce E. Whitacre manages Theatre Forward, a nonprofit organization active in theatre education and equity diversity and inclusion at theatres across the country. He received an MFA in Dramatic Writing from NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts and his plays have been performed and developed at off-Broadway theatres in New York, where he lives. He has studied with Jericho Brown, Rowan Ricardo Phillips, and Mark Wunderlich, and he is a member of Poets House. “Toshiko’s Cup” is dedicated to the artistry of the late master potter, Toshiko Takaezu.

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