I’ve charted bits of sky now,/ Sky that is far from home./ Hiked through misty mountains,/ and slept on a mattress made of foam.Read more "Skye, Scotland"
Spiritual map?/ Paint in the cracks/ unobtrusive signs/ echoing in old cement cornersRead more "Paris, France"
Smelled fresh bread/ and dreamt of Paris./ Its cheeks were caked with petals./ Its fingers, glazed with gold./ Its eyes were bright and pleasing/ Aphrodite. Respirait l’odeur du pain frais/ Et rêvait de Paris./ Des pétales recouvrent ses joues./De l’or enrobe ses doigts./ Une lueur de vitalité anime ses yeux/ Vénus.Read more "Paris, France"
I see the fiction in the colors/ the myths in the masts/ that go over breeze/ and undertow.Read more "Stockholm, Sweden"
Though her words are simple and few/ listen, listen she’s calling to you/ calling to you from the steps of St. Paul’s,/ remember the hungry. Feed them all.Read more "St. Paul’s Cathedral, London"
Secret face./ Fresco in a Saxon place./ A Saxon place/ surrounded by fields/ by graves/ by the other dead.Read more "Surrey Hills, England"
Shall we feed the red dragon/ with coal or daffodils?Read more "Cardiff, Wales"