The Rose
i cannot deny an arrangement that shattered what dead men reveal the living can no more reclaim it than a raft could be made out… Read More »The Rose
i cannot deny an arrangement that shattered what dead men reveal the living can no more reclaim it than a raft could be made out… Read More »The Rose
Sheep graze on the hill below Montsegur Not far from where the martyrs prayed The shepherd does not wonder much about the place: he knows.… Read More »The Spirit of CATHAR
Found my 1967 manuscript of an unfinished epic poem I was writing then called “Modigliani”. I complete 31 pages and 1000 lines. Here’s part of… Read More »Epic Poem