Monthly Archives: October 2017


I met his melancholy between the lines Mid-way into his life story He was standing by a dusty road Wearing a blue poncho A rucksack against his feet Slowing to look more closely I saw him crunching toward the car And pulled over “The nearest town,” he heaved Climbing in, his week-old stubble Filling my […]


i. So, you sit watching a silent film of your unborn past, as you watch the unfolding drama by an anonymous writer. And there you are, walking down a path in the old country, weaving through thickets into the woods, where you step inside a shrine built two thousand years ago, not knowing what it […]