Sound translates into color and space experienced as reverberation time … Continue reading Poco Allegretto and Found Light
Hope woke for me after Saturday’s marches, at such a visible response and catalyst, but the marches aren’t the first catalyst … Continue reading Hope in Winter
Not meaning to leave the party, I’d slipped out without saying goodbye … Continue reading Where I’m Writing From
A good October for maples—it must have been.
I did not think: next October will be faded.
I found their shells
plastic empty red
I am four when this happens. We’ve had to move our tent from a site where sand and orange dry pine needles are soft under the pines’ soft swaying to the side of the park that’s not yet closed for the season. Our new site is much larger, all sun-packed dirt, bare to park roads … Continue reading Camping After Labor Day
Mimi’s sandal straps were dried stiff from the day before. The editor said he appreciated her rescheduling lunch to coffee. They sat mid-morning on folding chairs on pavement that until that summer had been a lane of Broadway … Continue reading Scenes From an Excursion