Verse about the world’s most glorious city in which to spend a winter.

Do we really know who, “We,” are?

A googolplex grains swirling on a beach, leaves me awestruck, at our spot in the picture.

Musings on everything with little resources.

Can a nation so unlucky find love?

Utterly inspired I write a love-letter to a nation: The USA!

Uneven verse about not taking yourself seriously.

This dream had me at top level consultation with the Castro Brothers.

Behold Venice of the East – City of Gold.

To cities I have loved.