The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal

On a cool clear day: Last bright flowers of summer; Warm blanket breezes ******* Ostentatiously They laugh, those two women there. Why are t...

Dark splatter of rain On dead leaves: did it wake me Or did I dream it?

Ever since I stayed there a few years ago when I went to hear The Tristan Project , the Wilshire Grand in Los Angeles has sent me occasiona...

Passing clouds paint walls A light switching on and off, Scrims dropped and then raised

Support your local arts organizations by buying tickets to events that look interesting! The San Francisco Symphony concludes its Mahler Fe...

"What sad dreams you have" -- How sweetly you acknowledged Dwellers in sad dreams

baseball enters the last week of the regular season Wins may mean nothing But the diamond still beckons You still slide to home

Last Tuesday was my first visit to the San Francisco Opera this season, for a mostly wonderful Il Trovatore, though I think I love that oper...

Universal truths Can be told so neatly in So few syllables

Suddenly rising Blue heart stiffening with pain Useless, useless love