Poems

A river of light flows through this Tuscan valley, light viscous as the River Arno, thick enough to be seen and felt, like fine sand blowing against skin, thick enough to sit on the tongue and be tasted, light that pours through the ears as music, light that strikes...

So many straight lines, vertical, horizontal, streets, walls, wires, an infestation of right angles.. Relief! a sparrow flying crooked over roofs.  

"A poem is an emotional-intellectual-physical construct that is meant to touch the heart of the reader, that is meant to be re-experienced by the reader." Stephen Dobyns I love poetry because poems are polyvalent* & multidimensional: all at once - Spiritual &...

Cool morning. Immense silence makes its case against the cacophony of the waking day. The squirrels are mounting an offense against sobriety and solemnity. They dart among trees, race and chase, flouncing their luxurious rodent tails through the undergrowth. The sun...

To a god who wants nothing in return, I would give my all. A deity demanding more, I would give less. Less being more, in this way I maintain the balance of power between us and give god the experience of surprise.