September 6, 1990 |
Tessla, the 2-year-old filly champion of England in 1988, will make her U.S. debut Saturday at Del Mar in the $75,000-added Osunitas Handicap for fillies and mares at 1 1/16 miles on the turf. "She was trained in England by Henry Cecil and was one of the favorites for the Oaks there," trainer Eddie Gregson said. "I got her last winter at Santa Anita but she got a minor shin injury." The Kentucky-bred daughter of Glint of Gold has won three of nine starts and earned $177,422.
March 22, 1998
So as the sun declines below Detroit (the lake a cool assurance of alternatives to hard dark high-rise miscellaneous) the colors of the end of light relax along the horizontal edge of this blue place with burnt sienna rose and oranges that soften into regular domestic tragedies of night without a lover's willing face to stop the desperation of the chase for daytime stars that glint and blur and mix and lift like mica sprinkling on a concrete hierogylph of altered space where by himself a young
February 13, 1987 |
There was something for everyone: style, show-biz flair, camaraderie, nostalgia, friendly competition and, above all, a somber reminder of the times in which we live. Organized by members of the California fashion industry, the event was held last Friday night at the Century Plaza Hotel to benefit AIDS Project Los Angeles.
October 18, 1998
Wind finds the northwest gap, fall comes. Today, under gray cloud-scud and over gray Wind-flicker of forest, in perfect formation, wild geese Head for a land of warm water, the boom, the lead pellet. Some crumple in air, fall. Some stagger, recover control, Then take the last glide for a far glint of water. None Knows what has happened. Now, today, watching How tirelessly V upon V arrows the season's logic, Do I know my own story? At least, they know When the hour comes for the great wind-beat.
April 14, 1996
a blackboard in my mind holds words eye dream-- & blessed are the words that fly like birds into poetry-- & syllables attach wings to breath & fly away there through music, my language springing round from where a bright polished sound, burnished as a new copper penny shines in the air like the quick, jabbing glint of a trumpet lick flicking images through voices there pulsating like strobe lights the partying dark understands, as heartbeats pumping rhythms hip- hopping through footsteps,