poetry, photography and reflections on life, aging, and dharma
Note- some poems are prompted by a word or a phrase, perhaps an experience. This was suggested by an impossibly beautiful tree deep at the head of the unfortunately named “Negro Bill Canyon” off of the Colorado Rive near Moab Utah. red stone by the time we reach the top of the canyon we’ve … Read more
Struck by the contrast between the walled density of the old cities, and the edgeless space of the desert… medinah squeezing like corpuscles through the black capillaries of the medinah the ancient spice of sweat and piss of horses and sheep the stench … Read more