Poetry and Verse

It struck me during a moment of repose,reclining with friends on the Mission lawn,measuring our lives in a pile of […]

This elegant beauty engages youwith raspberry and dried herbs,the tasting notes tell us.It plays with you like a guilty pleasurehinting

We really shouldn’t have done it,stealing away like that together,nearly naked beneath the blazing sun.A lecture was bound to follow—

“And indeed there will be time …Time for you and time for me,And time yet for a hundred indecisionsAnd for

Manhattan is no place for a moonrise.One must imagine its fullnessor be content with furtive glimpses: a hopeful crescent creeping