Sunday, December 15, 2013


Villa des Amis 12-15-13

Inside this clay jug are canyons and pine mountains
And the maker of canyons and pine mountains
All seven oceans are inside, and hundreds of millions of stars
The acid that tests gold is there and the one that judges jewels
And the music from the strings that no one touches,
And the source of all the water
If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth;
Friend, listen…
The God whom I love is inside     


Wednesday, December 4, 2013


Someday I’ll be a weather-beaten skull
  resting on a grass pillow.
Serenaded by a stray bird or two.
Kings and commoners end up the same.
No more enduring than last night’s dream.