The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal

grass bends in the wind, or is crushed beneath my feet: fragrances of spring

water memories gurgling and streaming away on dry afternoons

Theatrically blue Skies and a closing curtain Of turbulent clouds

strange god of good luck, smile your golden smile on my chicken with cashews

This is from yesterday. I had a complete and I hope temporary Internet failure at home. Troubadors were right: Love songs come more easily T...

In winter I wished For this first hot day: and now I find it too hot

skies washed clear by rain over grass still green and fresh, over grass still young

23 April 1564-23 April 1616 This is the statue of Shakespeare in Central Park, New York. A nearby plaque, which is otherwise mostly about t...

Little victories, Inevitable defeats: Our war against dust

emptied by night-fall lit windows confront the stars pointlessly shining