I ran across (no pun intended) this sonnet published in 1630 by Jacobus Revius a Protestant poet and preacher who through a self-accusatory technique which many 17th century artists of the Calvinistic reformist movement employed to examine their relationship to Christ and profess their guilt for his...

It was one early morning, the world was on its feet The April flowers billowed up and down the street The sun was in the alley, the windows open wide The avenue was burning, despite the rising tide The cool eyes I would never forget... There was Something in the way he moves Something in the way he...

Guernsey, winter 2008 There they are again, with one single note: The lonesome streets of Glasgow. Roaming through the sooty alleys, Hungry and rheumy-eyed. Exhausted, Petulant and desolate. Sleeping in park meadows, Dozing in changing rooms, Despairing in libraries. Meandering between life and...