Archive for November, 2010


To the grapes, the sun, the soil, and the spirit of what we call France.

Staggering Poetry of Hooves

Instead of Waiting for Mother Courage, baiting Mother Earth….

(T)Reason to (not) Leave California

Walk down a lane overhung with trees in the never-never land of autumn, and you will forget about time and death, lost in the sheer delicious spill of color. [Pause.] If you have a child’s heart.

Audere Est Facere

Dave will understand. This is — probably — written only for him.