We loved like ancient peoples,shrouded in mystery, hidden deepin caves, under thatched roofs, inside adobe walls.Beside fires that smoldered, sending smoke into darkness undisturbed.We loved for ourselves, without thought to legacydiscovered later — only by happenstance —by descendants long removed,left to guess and hypothesize and decipherwho we were. Our fossilized love,embedded in strata, archived in... Continue Reading →
From my balcony on the fourth floorof this downtown apartment, I can seenests tucked under the roofline of the surrounding buildings.Birds dart in and out. I couldn’t name a single one,except the bullying blue jay. But I recognize their calls,some sharp and brief, others bright and trilling.The morning dove’s (or is it mourning?)is low like... Continue Reading →
I don’t believe in ironing bed sheets or jeans (or owning an iron at all), leaving shopping carts willy-nilly all over the grocery store parking lot, or saving that back-of-the-cupboard bottle of wine for an unspecified specialoccasion. I see no sanctity in staying quiet and standing down, working hard just to play even harder (if ever), or avoiding the... Continue Reading →
