THE POET BY DAY

The sweetness of dogs (fifteen) What do you say, Percy? I am thinking of sitting out on the sand to watch the moon rise. Full tonight. So we go and the...

“Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.” Sidonie Gabrielle Colette, Gigi and the Cat had we homÍnidos our wits, we’d have had his cojones clipped before some perro made him into a...

“It’s that magnificent interlude in New York between winter and spring, when you feel the warmth stirring, and you remember that the dreadful naked trees will inevitably sprout tiny green buds,...

The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my...