She has never really left.
What happened was, she went to the forest with grandma and wandered off. Temporarily. Continue reading “A Missing Child”
She has never really left.
What happened was, she went to the forest with grandma and wandered off. Temporarily. Continue reading “A Missing Child”
In much belated response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Finite Creatures.”
Also in response to today’s meditation in a yoga class.
Unqualified literal translation by yours truly accompanies the original Continue reading “Roman Elegies – VI by Joseph Brodsky”
The man-made wall is (presumably) ancient, solid, dead. The tree, the sky, the bird are light and transient.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Half and Half.”
It’s a beautiful sunny day in May. I am seven and a half years old. My first year of school is almost over. We had the finals last week, and now it’s just day trips, games outside, and going over the summer homework. I am the best at reading in my class, because I can read 120 words a minute, measured by a little cute sand clock. Continue reading “So Many Colors and So Much Beauty”
Who Cares about Cases!
“Do you have any children?” dot asks as we idle on the edge of the dance floor.
I stare at him: “I??” Continue reading ““Do I??” A Post about Cases, Blues, and Brains”