Ode to Memory, After Neruda Memory has scattered its leaves a necklace, bowl and letter all this that is known today a worn book as if it was yesterday on the skin meaningful symbols or absence of in spring a shallow imprint, movement of the hand bearing landscape sweetly to bring you here.

Several years ago I visited the island of Paros, Greece, just a few hours from the sweltering heat and bustle of Athens by hyrdrofoil boat, and far enough away that it felt like my own paradise. The view from my window in the small Pension/guest house where I stayed was my church:  pink skies over [...]

Well, I think I can safely say that spring has arrived. Here in Oakland there are sunny blue skies, the sweet poetry of birds resonating each day remind me to be grateful for my small corner in this vast, thriving, artistic city, despite all its negative publicity. My morning walks in the Mountain View Cemetery [...]