....ricocheted off the mountains at noon hour through the brick [...]

The noise it makes crackles through pine needles, startles the [...]

  Only night knows well the darkness unknown in a [...]

Eyes closing beneath palms and plumerias, I assure myself those [...]

Saw him: about twenty, ruefully gay, face of an African [...]

For an unknown segment of timelessness and limitless space, I [...]

    Master, go sit, you say, in the mountain [...]

In cross currents of early morning a wide brown leaf [...]

For those who instantly knew what was clear to everyone [...]

The stick man I draw every morning has a big [...]