I came through Monarch Pass in Colorado, fifteen thousand feet high and fourteen miles out of the nearest town—I came through on a 650cc Triumph motorcycle about dusk dark in late September of 1958. It was snowing lightly. I was freezing. I had been on the road for a little over a year, . . .Read more
When that oriole whistled from the orchard
it seemed frankly to be asking, You got
a problem with that? Its orange and black
was brash as a high-school letter sweater.
No problem, no problem, . . .
Sometimes the things dreamers do seem incomprehensible to others, and the world wonders why dreamers do not see the way others do.
—Queen Marie of Romania, at the dedication of the unfinished Maryhill Museum of Art, 1926
Eighty-eight beams of radiation. . . .Read more