Quodlibet

Summer has arrived and my window is open and I am suddenly caught up in the joy of birdsong and for the first time this year, I smell lilacs...

Legion Work She knits. The same scrap of cherry-red wool, over and over, unwinding her rows and click-click, endlessly reworking her masterp...

Midnight. First of May. Wash your hair in dew and gaze into a mirror (Careful! Don't break it!) There he is. A tall dark handsome strang...

I am enjoying the second half of life privilege of examining the baggage of my life with a critical, if not unsympathetic, eye, and deciding...