Before my ambrosial good-morning kiss.
A sonnet about a sleepless night, a night of rapture and love.
A sonnet about a sleepless night, a night of rapture and love.
A sonnet based on the ‘Man in the Arena’ speech of Theodore Roosevelt.
The gender problem is a serious one – if you have the luxury of such problems. And western societies think that they have that luxury.
A sonnet about the paradoxical notion of eternal love when all we have to spend is just a day.
Western culture is in steep decline. Every aspect of what makes the social fabric and character is in decline.
The architecture of our cities is ugly. Contrary to our modern version of organizing living and working in cities, cities and towns of past ages were beautiful.
Short, witty phrases of distilled wisdom have an uncanny charm almost no one can resist — not excluding myself.