Perhaps it can be said that poetry is a wedding of external stimulus and internal investigation. To unearth pure pearls of language, an...

One spring afternoon, my friend Lee and and I were driving home after a 5 day silent retreat. Just north of Shasta, on I-5, a beautiful...

There are some things we just fall in love with, we can’t help it. People, animals, the natural world. For me, it’s a man, two cats, a...