I tried a new bike path a couple of Saturdays ago, South to Glen Canyon, to Portola Drive, and then Vicente Street straight to the ocean. Great Highway up to Land’s End, 48th, to Anza, to 43rd, to the Park, and then the usual.
As I set off, Continue reading “Flying into a Headwind, Being Change, a Saturday”
Я – хронический дилетант.
Говорю и пишу на чужом языке с акцентом и нервами. Говорю на родном языке с запинкой. Continue reading “Dilettante, Polymath”
Last night, over the course of two hours, I faced three beautiful people in various stages of loss to me (newly declared and imminent, known for a while and imminent, complete), of various degrees of past closeness (a teacher, a tango friend, a lover). Continue reading “Three Losses and Dreams”
Сара повторяет инструкции.
Сара говорит, что делать, а потом повторяет.
Говорит, что делать, и повторяет слегка иначе.
И это звучит, как стихи, звучит как песня.
Love letters understated 