Certitude

Nothing is Enough

“When I have a terrible need of — shall I say the word — religion. Then I go out and paint the stars.” - Vincent Van Gogh A mystery consumes me. I pass the morning in ardent search of last night and furrow my brows as though dreams would return in the grooves of my forehead. That is not enough. Noth

Be The Change

The Gardener

We have pitched an innocent man against the thousand blades of grass. Once a week the battle is waged; each green sword glints with dew.

America on the Brink

In the Shadow of the Alhambra

I promised no more poems of that night at the Alhambra, holding hands beneath the moon Lorca once adored, for to dwell on love’s sleight of hand is to