more coveted than winefrom milk, the masteralchemists of China coulddo no better than these cloudschurning into rivers, the way cottongrass renews itself or how a son returns in time to let go. … Read More “Spreading Ashes in the Ausable”
I am not a Buddhist (neither was he)I am a followerof the neonlight of liberation Free of being rightI strive to seehow my poetry can … Read More “Like Raindrops”
Like a thrown out first draft in a book, the young do not need to belong. They just do or don’t.And the … Read More “What the Mind Describes”
