xxi      Then Orfeo descended on the bed Of leaves and moss. His fury made him rave. From tearing grass and hair his hands grew red. "Alas, my Queen, my wife, I couldn't save!" The Steward...

Religious and spiritual prose poem by aspiring poet Peter Menkin, written and recorded for audio by the writer. About a rooming house in Larkspur, California USA (north of San Francisco). This is...

fly the painting, hear the place -- This is a painting with soundscape by Mark Turner. As the camera moves over Mark’s oil painting, spoken poetic phrases lead through impressions of an ancient...