Photo & Poem Gallery

Start spreadin' the news
I'm leavin' today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

I want to wake up
In a city that doesn't sleep

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

A picture is worth a thousand words. 

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness -
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

Summertime
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton, the cotton is high

Oh, your daddy's rich
And your ma, she's good lookin'
So hush, little baby
Don't you cry

One of these mornings
You're gonna rise up singing

I lift up mine eyes to the mountains, whence my help shall come. 

But turnips tango, and carrots two-step
across the lawn, their leafy headdresses
waggling in time. Habaneros, of course,
salsa, the hotter the better, while white
asparagus gavotte, and everyone knows
that yams jam and break, and zucchini

No apple trees or serene seas
I’d rather write of cans of peas.
It’s poetry of potency
despite your most unhappy pleas.

And, I don’t mean pea soup at all
nor snap nor snow nor teamed in rice.

The Lee Resolution (1776)

and if
I were to say

I love you and
I do love you

and I say it
now and again

and again
would you say

parataxis
would you see

the world revolves
anew

its axis
you