For Those Whose Lives Have Seen Themselves
For Those Whose Lives Have Seen Themselves I am returning without you from the place we went together. – Sezen Arseven, survivor, Club Reina, Istanbul Welcome all who have traveled the long road from...
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Hogmanay, Edinburgh Past the iron fence on Princes Street and up the Mound to the pale clock on the steeple of St. Giles, the denizens of this old town stumble in weaving druidic lines, chanting...
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Holiday Candle Thank you for your kind gift of a red candle in a glass holder. I put it on the side table between the heavy Tibetan prayer bells that summon the mindful, and the black Japanese...
View ArticleMorning Hunger
Morning Hunger Why not in the icy clarity of morning, each edge carved by the sun, vibrating and pale as it comes into form – a mud wall framing my view, a rug woven crimson and black in delicate...
View ArticleThe Book of Forgotten Geniuses
The Book of Forgotten Geniuses I can understand why the Egyptians wanted to be entombed among the artifacts of their lived lives – papyrus etched with a procession of signs that would never stop...
View ArticleMid-March
Mid-March after W.C.Williams If, when I sit here in my study on a March afternoon, the pink cherry tree out the window rapturous in the late day sun, my feet resting on a kilim cushion perched on a...
View ArticleThe Afterlife of Breath
The Afterlife of Breath My father dead on the gurney and yet the nurse urging me to speak to him – I believe his soul is still here, floating, she said … I wasn’t sure about his soul although I...
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