El niño que bucea

The Embryo of Time If only stars grew on trees like moss, we could use them as pillows for peace, and pass them out around the world. Or...

Lilies lull in a pond, tulips line the pathway. Old sycamores moan in the background, weathered pines stretch their arms wide...

June 4, 1989 - Tiananmen Square Protests - Tianming (Mandate of Heaven) a poem by Tony Zurlo

I often wonder about dying. The stage lures and terrifies, Fire and ice on the same night

A poem by Tony Zurlo There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)

I part my hair behind, but the streaks of gray (TS Eliot) expose an imperfect comb-over of my globe of wisdom that shines in the light.