The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal

Several Thursdays ago I went to the Berkeley Symphony ’s season finale in Zellerbach. They invited me, which was very nice of them, and sin...

morning's last cool breath before the sweaty slide down to summer's embrace

through dry itchy eyes and roulades of short sneezes: enjoying spring blooms

A few weeks ago at First Congregational Church in Berkeley I heard Philharmonia Baroque ’s performance of Handel’s Alexander’s Feast; or...

out this train window perhaps this time I will see something yet unseen

I've started going to the Aurora Theater pretty regularly, but I decided to skip Annie Baker’s Body Awareness , because I have minimal...

lying late in bed foggy like the morning sky a mourning dove coos

star jasmine blooming star-filled skies float by my feet unwaking walking

shells found in childhood, washed up again from storage I recede, shells stay

when rain is forecast the appearance of sunshine just seems so banal