
In icy ground . . .
Daffodils sprout forth, bright buds
In yellow hues, their faces
Smiling in the cold earth,
Promising springtime to us all.
(Style of a Japanese tanka in 31 syllables inspired by API)

In icy ground . . .
Daffodils sprout forth, bright buds
In yellow hues, their faces
Smiling in the cold earth,
Promising springtime to us all.
(Style of a Japanese tanka in 31 syllables inspired by API)

We called the ambitious program, ‘Egg Farming,’ over 30 years ago when I worked at Edinburgh University. That goal drew a step closer today as my graduate student from so many years ago published results of growing human eggs in

The Garden of Eden might be a metaphor for peace and, indeed, for the whole world, but today’s gardens are shrunken images. They are lawns to highlight a property; or a pain to weed and mow; or a chance to

Poem read by the author: https://youtu.be/OFiM0xGgF5o We’re alive within the flames’ bright glow,Dancing, enhancing, flashing in our strife.We’re children of the wood, our names unknown,And like you, we all journey to the afterlife. Some stand short and hot, while others