He rests in a ship of gold and diamonds his quarters are painted with a gold veneer He rests his sword near when he sleep Never losing sight of the enemy the warrior of the sea The mast of his ship blew with the wind But the ship remains still he wanders what it would [...]

And a youth said, “Speak to us of Friendship.” Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace. When your friend speaks his [...]

4 June 1995 Almaty, Kazakhstan The raising of the bells in the cathedral has my head ringing with ideas. I spent Thursday night trying to write the event into a story. I got bogged down. How do you tell what these bells mean without telling the history of communism here, the collectivization and the Great [...]

I’ve tried the new moon tilted in the air Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster As you might try a jewel in your hair. I’ve tried it fine with little breadth of luster, Alone, or in one ornament combining With one first-water start almost shining. I put it shining anywhere I please. By walking slowly on [...]