The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal

just for a moment the sun sunk low in the sky leaves glowed like jewels

You will be astonished, Wilhelm, to learn that I, the artless and ardent acolyte of Nature, found myself last night once again in that Templ...

beaten by the heat brown grasses lie still beneath exhausted breezes

yesterday's papers proved as entertaining as today's might have been

even sunflowers wilt in this late summer heat -- betrayed by their god. . . .

Cal Performances gets things off to a terrific start with several west coast premieres from the Mark Morris Dance Group : Socrate, Looky, a...

I keep bringing milk to that stray piebald cat who bolts away each time

why do I walk here wandering these empty paths -- perhaps you passed by. . . .

motley-patterned days checkered in black and bright gold slipping back and forth

harvest moon shining on the first dead leaves of fall: the light ends sooner