The Daily Grind After the five-day holiday, after almost a week of sleeping in and napping at will, he’s unprepared at half-past five to face the fact that it’s another workday to be endured, to slavishly slave away. Routine works... Continue Reading →
Guilt Eradication You can smell the past --Zahi Hawass-- It’s hard to live under layers of guilt— thick as scents of cinnamon and garlic. I inhale and exhale my mistakes as though they are who I am, not what I... Continue Reading →
Motorcycles Because it frightened me to learn my son bought a motorcycle, I sit and read Neruda’s soft rain of words. Because I watch a Harley corkscrew through traffic like a rocket, I observe the slow moon emerge from smoky... Continue Reading →
The First Night The first night, in any new place is always the hardest. You've got to get used to the new mattress, or couch, or floor you're sleeping on. Getting used to the sounds of the building. The nightlife... Continue Reading →
Good Bottle It's a good bottle of wine Dry, with a hint of plum infused aroma of dark Napa soil I am drinking this housewarming gift in my freshly painted kitchen in the middle of the night Lifting the glass... Continue Reading →
Where I Find Belief In the arms of a spruce, a black-capped chickadee, gray wings flat against its body. Among twigs in the thin crown of the birch moving against distant clouds like the fingers of the blind reading the... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 