The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal

grey morning quiet at least for a little while I get up, still tired

look out that window those amethyst skies don't care what you are feeling

street lamp & flower baskets in late afternoon, Copley Square, Boston, June 2017

those leaves turning red move me to a different place before I walk on

mangy yellow dog wandering the empty tracks sniffing at the weeds

the sun is too hot waste bins are overflowing pungent smell of fish

withering slowly leaves hanging on for dear life the nights grow colder

at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

sky shining waters which is blue: water or sky? ripples through the clouds

Last Thursday I went to First Congregational Church in Berkeley to hear the New Century Chamber Orchestra . The concert was not only this ex...