Sacred Union
Rumi died as a deep red sunset filled the skythe evening of December 17, 1287.I…
The Inner Journey
There is a place I go when I am still.An immense world.A vast realm of…
Escaping the Heat
It’s not every day you meeta Los Alamos scientist in a swimming pool,well tanned and…
Plight of the Troubadour
“For a good hour I have been singing lays in langue d’oc to a woman…
For Emily Whenever I May Find Her
Eight hundred million years agothis rock was formed from molten magma.During the last Ice Ageit…
Reflections on Father’s Day
It struck me during a moment of repose,reclining with friends on the Mission lawn,measuring our…
Rural Rhapsody
This elegant beauty engages youwith raspberry and dried herbs,the tasting notes tell us.It plays with…
Turning Tide
We really shouldn’t have done it,stealing away like that together,nearly naked beneath the blazing sun.A…
Prufrock’s Progeny
“And indeed there will be time …Time for you and time for me,And time yet…
Reflecting Absence
Manhattan is no place for a moonrise.One must imagine its fullnessor be content with furtive…