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These are dark times,Open the window, the sun shines today for 15 hours 10 minutes.   And windy, a piece of lettuce is blowing off my lunchplate. Gesundheit, we say to the sneeze heard through the open window. On my summer reading … Continue reading →

In spite of myself, my resentment that they are rats with tails, that they lounge in my chaises longues and massage themselves in the rims of my flowered pots, I have been admiring squirrels. Such looseness; such fearless sense of … Continue reading →

Light on the ledge of my lidsor is it the sill’s seepage?From the trees, cacophony the birds, no doubtthough I doubt —a circus, pieces of a gambling game being turned – clacking and sparring,castanets, bingo. The Creator as croupier? Each element in … Continue reading →

We all came from mothers: we have something in common.Our first act almost unspeakable hurtling towards bright lights, causing our Other shrieking pain.Mothers let us off the hook — it wasn’t really our fault —the pea-green stuff was cleared off, we sucked … Continue reading →

“Ambiguity is the world’s condition.…As a ‘picture of reality’ is it truer than any other.  Ambiguity is.”  So says poet Charles Simic. In that spirit, I submit spring.  Yes, spring is a bouquet pulled and given from the dark dead … Continue reading →

After all the words of two Passover Seders, what remains? — meaning unsayable.  After flowing wine, a vertiginous sea, questions of morality and freedom, of being a stranger and redemption, after provocations, interruptions, questions posed with incomplete answers —ah!  The … Continue reading →

We pick up the cows where we lost the goats. They look back at us, dully sensual, shiny, forgiving, lumber up the volcanic trail.  Hoof deep, we’re all off-balance.   This lava moonscape, land of black chasms and craters.  A land just out … Continue reading →

Visiting the Azores has a strange fusion of ‘Here I am’ and ‘Where am I?’.   Call it a confused familiarity.  Our host on the island of Terceira presented us with a golden loaf of sweet bread  — kissing cousin … Continue reading →

“Truth is not born nor is it to be found inside the head of an individual person, it is born between people collectively searching for truth, in the process of their dialogic interaction.”  Mikhail Bakhtin, Russian literary critic and philosopher  … Continue reading →