For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands—and this for his dear sake,
Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul,
There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.
Walt Whitman, Langston Hughes, Louis Armstrong Abraham Lincoln, Barrack Obama, Edward Hopper, Georgia O’Keefe, Frank Loyd Wright, George Gershwin, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Dylan. . They would have achieved greatness anyway, … Continue reading →
When sleepless, it’s helpful to meditate on mottoes of the states. South Carolina, “While I breathe I hope.” Perhaps this could be the new flag on the empty flagpole. Or … Continue reading →
. I celebrate myself even amid this sheet-rocked temple of kitsch, even in the asphalt tributaries of traffic in which giant Bentleys bumble like Junebugs through the lesser Hondas of … Continue reading →