Poem

“to leave a signal, a message of my own…”

Pebbles

Everything, everywhere, a memorial

Silence

Silence

A day of Silence
Can be a pilgrimage in itself.

A day of Silence
Can help you listen…

“The hall is blue sky…”

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Cold Mountain is a house
Without beams or walls.
The six doors left and right are open…

“In the half darkness we look at each other and smile…”

After Making Love, We Hear Footsteps

“I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world..”

“Have you ever had a vision?”

On The Meeting Of García Lorca And Hart Crane

Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane’s…

Making friends with a dragon

My Dragon

One day as I was walking I passed a secret cave carved in a mountain…

Poem of your first day

The first time I held you

We were in the hospital room before your mother
Came out of recovery. I was ragged
From the chaotic night, the fast change
Into operating scrubs, the paced urgency
Of the nursing staff as they rolled the gurney
Through…

Planning a eulogy

The importance of things my father said

Don’t worry: being human is designed to be a work in progress

Being good at being a human is like getting certified to fly with instruments: it takes hours of training and we rarely get it right the first time.