Reflections: Throwing in the Towel in Casablanca

So many owner-less animals, They forage among broken bricks. Were they soldiers’ pets at the base? Are those troops still fighting or laid...

At the moment of veraison* We don’t yet know how sour Is the fruit. A far Trumped tower Makes the grapes appear appetizing....

Storms are a delight for my albatross. This diver sails giddy on gusts, soaring over volcanoes Threatening to erupt, unspooling lava fields That...