Patterns can only be noticed with the passing of time. This I have particularly discovered in our…
In 1963 my friend Robert Hijar was studying art at the University of the Americas. This was a university in the…
I wrote this blog about poet D.H. above. The blog has been in my thoughts of late. Since sometime in the late 70s…
There are times, if only for a moment, when the planes of life align and perfection is reached.
A warm spring day, the wafting scent of flowers on a gentle breeze, cherry blossoms, the…
Eu tenho as faces rosadas, as costas doendo, o corpo molhado de suor e as mãos tremendo. Cada vez que um pedaço de mim é arrancado, a reação do meu corpo é continuar agindo como se ele ainda estivesse lá. De modo que continuarei a escrever sem as mãos, dançar sem as pernas, ofegar sem os…