Michael Gallagher Pizzas in the Piazza
Pizzais passe;burgers areboring. Caulifloweris my mega power;my broccoli babes,my okra orgies,I crack crisp carrotslike a penetant Apostle. That is with verve and reverence,my emotional condiments.
Grits
Those gritsare givingmy tummyfits.
Yeats and Circus Animals
Not surprisingly after seeing the Yeats’ collection at the National Library in Dublin, I feel compelled to present one of my favorite poems of his. This poem is full of…
Jen and Invitation
Jen looks so inviting in this picture,I couldn’t help but follow her. She had gone ahead as I had gotten lost in the bookstore,thumbing through postcards of Yeats and feeling…
Bicycle and morning equations
My bike ride to workat 6:00 inthe morning,is an equation of the heart,lonely=joy. I am left with my thoughts,my deep breathing,my gearsand oily chains. I watch the suntry to peek…
Pictures and conflicting emotions
Sorting through these pictures from Dublin and Venice, anticipating the next more and more, I received an email from a friend who had just married in Seoul. And I was…