Beautiful numbers

pi day song - Observing sometimes means counting. How many times over, or how many iterations, repetitions in a pattern—these details are necessary to an act of keen artistic understanding. Time spent observing, letting the eye circle its shrine while interiorly circumambulating the heart’s concerns, isn’t counted. In fact, it puts time back into your…

Masthead

Way up in the rigging, near the sails, high above deck and swinging out over water. I recently rejoined the masthead at Numéro Cinq Magazine, where I've contributed poetry, reviews, essays, and translations over the past two years. Grateful for my post in the literary winds with this smart and clear-sighted group of editors and writers.

Enlighted

Sunrise, as reflected in the mansard roof's windows, is the most glorious part of these winter days. I don't want to finish reading the Divine Comedy--enjoying paradise! So I've set it aside and picked up Wolfram von Eschenbach's Parzival, another journey that will take me a while.