Hot Hills in Summer Heat, A Poem
Hot Hills in Summer Heat I watch them every summer, the hot hills Crouched like a lion beside the road, …
Hot Hills in Summer Heat I watch them every summer, the hot hills Crouched like a lion beside the road, …
Behind all art is an element of desire.Love of life, of existence, love ofanother human being, love ofhuman beings is …
What is it about this painting by Ernie Barnes that so uplifts and inspires? That ripples with joy? That feels …
I mentioned in my last post that I wrote a myth about the creation of the isthmus that now comprises …
In a novel I’m writing I include an origin myth of how the isthmus of Central America was created. It’s …
I’ve been reading (again) Jane Hirshfield’s Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry, a collection of essays on the art …
This phrase from my poem Brimless Being is becoming a mantra I turn to often these days. It’s about the …
Please Do Not Disturb: That’s how I’ve felt these past few months, and even more so these past few weeks, …
Story-telling is in our bones. It rises through us like sap through roots and leaves into the air. It began …
Field Notes from Within My heart is a staunch defender of allI am, beating with relentless passionthe wherewithal of my …