Exploring a new city of San Diego, I feel like I’m glimpsing into the obese future ahead- people’s only exercise along a mostly highwayed city would be the stretching of…
by Raymond Carver So early it’s still almost dark out. I’m near the window with coffee, and the usual early morning stuff that passes for thought. When I see the…
I pulled the car through the evenly squared streets of the East village, stop and going between the people who darted across the street arm around their girl friends,…
I’m interested to see how literature helps us understand more closely our personal experiences. I’m thinking we can consider reading and writing as a sort of healing which can…
I feel the ocean differently What wasn’t prickly is now prickly and what tasted salty now tastes less salty When I enter the ocean from this direction, I also…
In exile in France most of his life, Kundera creates works which give voice to the seldom heard experiences of those in exile. Ignorance is a recent work of…
As the rain comes down sunflowers put their heads together. by Abbas Kiarostami As the sun comes in books put their binds together on my table — JL
Rilke’s The Swan, introduced by David Whyte I often think that one of the great qualities that’s necessary for every human being — besides a generous and attentive heart and mind —…
Lights in the Hand 