I stood at the waters edge as the white capped surge of the storm races across the flat edge of the horizon. I look away from the gray fold between heaven and earth, knowing it doesn’t end or begin. When I finally slip into the cold water pushing against steep green faces, I am caught …
I watched “Born into this”:http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0342150/ last night. It is a documentary about the late poet Henry Charles Bukowski Jr. I sometimes forget how much I really loved this guy. There are times I am sure I would have hated to have him as a friend. But as a poet, what he stood for, what he …
Tail Wind While she sits mired in windless doldrums in the castle of our domesticity, like Penelope weaving an endless blanket for our empty wedding bed, I beat my blades like wings in quick rythmic loops to catch the wind. To paddle downwind is to sail like shadows of cormorants before a gale at twelve …