The spring warmth steals into me, drying up all the tears of my soul,And gives me a flight into the vastness,—into a floorless, unroofed reverie-hall.From Yone Noguchi's "How Near To Fairyland" Spring is new life. New to the green of tall old tr...

I am light like a canine’s memory; a minute, a world. Where one of the greatest and most daring feats is to enjoy the breeze’s slow boat of fertilizationmade by other dogs of other years—the scent ofliving in and of itself. From ...

"That was a spring of storms."From Vita Sackville-West's "The Land" My recent years have all been riddled with storms. Storms of all kinds. Perhaps that is the nature of the falling apart and coming together, the chaos and order, the terror and be...

Only then can the chronic inattentionOf our lives drape itself around us, conciliatoryAnd with one eye on those long tan plush shadowsThat speak so deeply into our unprepared knowledgeOf ourselves, the talking engines of our day. From "Late Echo" by ...