Poetry and Verse

Rumi died as a deep red sunset filled the skythe evening of December 17, 1287.I was born the morning of […]

There is a place I go when I am still.An immense world.A vast realm of silence. I listen to my breath,exhale

It’s not every day you meeta Los Alamos scientist in a swimming pool,well tanned and newly retired, lounging onthe Fed’s

“For a good hour I have been singing lays in langue d’oc to a woman who knows only langue d’oil

Eight hundred million years agothis rock was formed from molten magma.During the last Ice Ageit was shorn from a cliff