Homecoming Across the village, the moon spreads for my homecoming, It has been a thousand moons The birds no longer tweet, nor do the crickets
Seaside Reel – 50 Years After Staring out to sea from Ostania shores Suddenly, distances I had never swum Heaved, rewinding to a
On the Eve of Freedom At the tall gilded gates We might raucously dance Perhaps weep And kneel in the deep ruts of anguish The journey thus far A