Sailing to the Islands: rubai / rubaiyat

Across the western sea the islands gleam like jeweled notes that play, or so it seems, a wild and rugged song, steeped in romance and stories that delight the night with dreams. The winds, when they are willing, swirl in dance in steps not of America, or France, but in a strange and sensual caprice; […]

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Simple Truths: a ruba’i

The truth is, all that I have found in these short years above the ground is that we see what we desire, what turns our heads around; and all else doesn’t matter much. A hint of rose, a lover’s touch; the little things alone remain. We lean upon them, like a crutch, imagining the world […]

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