This month we are discussing Paulo Coelho’s The Pilgrimage at the home of Cheryl and Maria 4265 Cleveland Ave., Apt. 1W Monday 10 December 8:00 p.m. Please bring a question you took away from your…
Anh ở xa, em ở xa Vầng trăng ở giữa đôi ta gợi hình Đêm nhìn lên ánh trăng xinh Vầng trăng ấy-nơi chúng mình gặp nhau. — from Green Rice
Even at nineteen I knew The violet would fade, The brook would dry up, And life would pass away. Tangled Hair: Selected Tanka from Midaregami trans. Sanford Goldstein and Seishi Shinoda
A gentle spring evening arrives Airily, unclouded by worldly dust. Three times the bell tolls echoes like a wave. We see heaven upside-down in sad puddles. Love’s vast sea cannot be emptied. And springs of…
The window empty: two thickets of bamboo. The house tranquil: a single fragrant stove. Beyond the gate, it’s red dust everywhere, and in the city, that white sun hurries on, but I don’t chase after…
For friends in town over Thanksgiving holiday, join us on Sunday 25 November for a potluck supper and my sharing on Denise Levertov—British-born American, activist, disturber of the peace, whose poetry from the 1960s to…
This month, we meet to discuss Junot Díaz’s Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao– Beginning at 8:00 p.m. At the home of Josh and Laura Aranda 6312 West Park Avenue (in…
To the Tune “Cutting a Flowering Plum Branch” Red lotus incense fades on The jeweled curtain. Autumn Comes again. Gently I open My silk dress and float alone On the orchid boat. Who can Take…
Autumn Love “A Weary Song to a Slow Sad Tune” Search. Search. Seek. Seek. Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear. Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain. Hot flashes. Sudden chills. Stabbing pains. Slow agonies. I can find no peace.
Advice to Oneself Without the cold and desolation of winter There could not be the warmth and splendor of spring. Calamity has tempered and hardened me, And turned my mind to steel.