Christmas When Music Almost Killed the World
Happy World Poetry Day: 'The American identity has never been a singular one and the voices of poets invariably sing, in addition to their own, the voices of those around them.
Varieties of angels, like varieties of love, are many.
Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.
When we vote we participate in the construction of a context.
Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdomโs sharp peaks.