“Here I am,In my favorite house in my favorite neighborhood,Happy as a clam!” In a roomWhere the boy Yeats perhaps …

Pulling you towards the setting sun,The paddle’s dip and plashCreates a chain of shimmering golden ringsBehind your boat.Look back to …

After years of incarceration and horror,Degradation, prayer, and hope,We crammed onto a creaking boat.Crossed the sea to the promised land. …

(painted with the foot) I’d often had the urge to play with paintsBut never found the time till I retired.Now …

You took me from my comfort zone, my cover blown, knocked off my throne,Stripped to the bone, but not alone, …

Brad Pitt to his tattoo guy:I want you to tattoo meHigh on my arm, not too high,But hidden by my …

So, Goethe, you felt you made your markmore in your theory of colours than in your poetry.Your observations between light …

The swoop of memory speeds me along the Silk Road, past a row of almond trees with bloom like snow …

Timothy Winters tamed his hair,Washed his neck with unwonted care,And flattened each ear on alternate nightsSo his unkempt appearance would …

Brother, though the city all around us burns,And we must leave,Let us force ourselves to lingerBy this fresh grave, In …