Category Archives: Poetry

The Aesthetic Dinner Party

“Fortune is a woman…”Machiavelli Michelangelo painted beautiful hands. If he was a guest at my dinner table he might quickly study hands, hands lifting wine glasses hands serving bouillabaisse in steaming pots hands arrnging yellow tulips, blue iris in a … Continue reading

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Spring and Miracles

Spring is summoned out of icy doldrums with icicle melt comes the crocus poking their heads through snow vestiges. The Buddha in my garden uncoverd sits naked in the morning sun, wondering if the chives and rosemary survived. And what … Continue reading

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