Poetry

This book is their most recent collaboration, Fernando as a poet, Rafael as a draftsman, with a production that has been giving informally for the last 21 years or so. Each one in their own field, and in this book

Walking alone by the River My heart sick, a welter Of strange lights dancing In the overwhelming gloom I ask Oh Guide, be with me… And there you are again Old Friend, Who has been with me Since I can

Seven Poems For Mary Shaver Hobi 1946-2014   1.   On the immanent departure of a dear friend   The news of your departure Your infinite voyage Is still too fresh a wound Opening my heart like A red flower

Fish Scribbles

Playing with randomness on the keyboard, I search for something recognizable, which I can use as a jumping off point. You have to start somewhere, so I’ve chosen this place and this time to begin with Get Hihdity.   What

Today I discovered Emily Dickinson. Last time I read her was at the age of twelve, when I rejected her totally and forever. It wasn’t what she said, which I did not remotely grasp – it was the way it

Today I have Once again Discovered What the sages have been trying to tell me All along: That Thinking In the sense of prodding around To see how I’m feeling about life In any one moment Is unwise.   Because

Foreword It was a difficult year. The future looked bleak and grey, the days flat and featureless, each one seemingly the same as the previous one. On the surface, life was fine. I had a good paying job to fill the days and

Volcanoes explode in Yunnan, So many tongues of dragon fire Leaping, flaring into the ashen sky. Cars crawl along New York’s wide, cramped streets, Idling angrily, while urchins with dirty little feet Shriek and holler at their fast-paced world. Up