Written one morning in the clouds enveloping the “Lost City of the Incas”  by Robert Burke, 2004 It lies there, as it lie covered for many a year, Open now for all to see, uncovered as long ago A monument, … Continue reading Lost City of the Incas

At nearly 12,000 feet elevation we came upon a rest stop. A photo opportunity of the distant Andes and the surrounding farmlands. The dog bounded toward us, sniffing and eager for attention. The children followed, hesitantly. The girl was traditionally … Continue reading We laughed at the scuffle.

With swords and canon and fierce horses, the small band of Spaniards conquered the Inca Empire. Stretching the length of the Andes and west to the sea, was it two million? Six million strong? Who knows. It was the fifth … Continue reading And they all cried…

It has been said that memory is a diary that requires no pen or paper. My memory process is erratic. Some things are vivid. Some are hazy. And some are almost non-existent. .. .. but I think they happened! Breakthrough! … Continue reading Breakthrough!

three notions in the rain firstly, my hair damp with drizzle my shoe strings loose I bend over, precipitously retying, frazzled strings formidable knots damp with drizzle pulling, tugging one free then the other finally, obliging tied into knots satisfied, … Continue reading now they know!

Goatee—or Not? That is the question. “Should I keep it?” Overwhelming “yes!” My poetic peers poll A no or two Nevertheless Scholarly validation Humble sophistication Transcending derivation Don Quixote! Jousting at windmills Squire and virgin Quest personified Shakespeare! Bard’s tenacious … Continue reading Goatee—or Not?

Thursday • 11:30 a.m.-1:30 p.m. • RGC Courtyard Thursday, October 4 Meet and chat with OLLI authors presenting their books on a wide range of subjects: fiction, nonfiction, children’s stories, poetry, self-help, educational, memoir and more. Authors include: John Blades, … Continue reading

I am the way and the truth and the life says He now each time I see sunlight piercing the clouds I think of Him his way of talking to me shining His love upon the earth reassuring me renewing … Continue reading Him

the birds of paradise stretch their long necks/on tip toes/looking every which way/the peacock unfurled/what do they know of love/sunset looming purples/I did not expect this now/unexpected love/God willing/forever Continue reading What do they know about love?

There is a scent to love a tale-tale scent. A blend of sweet and sour the rush and sweat, mostly sweat and sticky, sweet and sticky if it was good just sticky if not. Out of the darkness in their … Continue reading Genus Zantedeschia