Monthly Archives: August 2010

“The clock that Issac was making now he did not visualize in his shop window because is was so much a part of him that he could have as easily visualized his eyes or brain or hands in the window … Continue reading →

    Morning Glories Float On pale jade stems, Whose Green heart leaves, Tangle In the Red-Runner thicket, Up And Up Into the intertwine of Wild branches Hanging With sweet, golden plums. * Another Summer Comes, Rises, Falls away. Always, … Continue reading →