Nature's plethora in Renaissance the sequoia in silhouette of the nightingale's trembling throatwhen the wind moves like a sculptorthrough the cathedral of pines—O, what green alchemyin the turning leaf, what gold distilled from the slow decay of empires—And the...

darkening temper fragile of faithcontemplating the dour side of lifewhen in my solutide ponderthe cruelty befallen mepleasure attribed by troubling mewith a question for the Gods whythere is great compassion and love, I knowmy mind ponders the why of...

Insomnia, thou punctual ghast,clicking thy bones in time so fast—how dost thou pace my hollow halls,counting each drop, the midnight calls?A Folgers' Pentecostal hymn,a blackened brew—so thick, so grim—each splash a psalm, each steam a sigh,a bitter Host, I...