“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.” Jack Kerouac, On the Road California ~ A tapestry stitched from turquoise seas and flaxen hills threaded with the twists and turns of fault lines and mad rivers, redwood forests and citrus groves shot with yellow and… Read More

“[Poetry] is the liquid voice that can wear through stone.”  Adrienne Rich, What is Found There: Notebooks on Poetry and Politics Apartment repairs, world affairs, and a plethora of other things distracted me from a day (yesterday) that is important to all of us, World Poetry Day . . . but then again for us every day is world poetry day. “Poetry reaffirms our common humanity by revealing to us that individuals,… Read More

“Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. I use the word “love” here not merely in the personal sense but as a state of being, or a state of grace – not in the infantile American sense of being made happy but in the tough and universal sense of quest and daring and growth.”  James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time The… Read More

. . . . . . “The ego gets what it wants with words. The soul finds what it needs in silence.” Richard Rohr Rest. . . In that place where endless sky meets ocean wave Where plump blue berry meets thin green leaf, Where clarity gifts a kaleidoscope of joy. . . . . . Breathe and breathe and never mind The house begging for repair, the tree wanting a trim. Never mind the floors awaiting the broom The accounts… Read More