Longe das planícies
Did I miss the ripening fields: no
Category Archives: Travel
Follow the Leader
Life is lighter when it is shared, and all but the most intransigent problems shy away from a circle of friends.
Instead, there was a trail led out of town
It may be that, in the beginning, there was intimation of the end: certainly one point connected to another, even by the crooked line of time, share an intimacy as close as any two lovers, perhaps closer.
echo
“Shh!” All five fingers of the right hand spread wide, the first touching the lips, the hand a stop sign, the fingers stretched rigid, the hand surprised, the fingers an echo of surprise. Meanwhile, with the left, she reached over and unplugged the radio.
first-light
They leaned into each other as the warming first-light leaned against their window, leaned into their room, over the bed, let its weight drape gently on their limbs, whispering Good Things that neither would remember when they woke.
my reflection in the photograph
Several years ago I was “improving” my photo collection, which had become a wobbling tower of kodachrome, balanced precariously
columns
One pillar was just within reach. Stretching her hand, the tips of her fingers ran over the smooth and the rough of the mosaic surface…
Rue
I turned to face the evening: she was there. Her arms a circle, cool November: mist. The light a fallen curtain; and her hair, a silken flicker turned to mask her face.
Sambamaré
O coração baía aberto ao maré as águas vêm as águas vão prá onde eu não sei Chegam de tempestade ao suspiro elas vão escrevem nomes na areia que as ondas apagarão … instrumental Correnteza agridoce pôs tesouros à beira-mar que beleza me traz sorriso despedida me faz chorar Correnteza agridoce faz tesouros aterrisar que …
Windows – 3
Lonny was the product of big energy and tiny town, where the limitations imposed by three square blocks of homes — an Alcatraz adrift on an ocean of unswimmable wheat — fueled the kind of incendiary pressure that could only come out wrong. Even back then, when I was eight and Lonny was nine, his …
Inuksuit
The inuksuit born of the weight in our hands as stone after stone they choose to stand their lives take form in the foundry of the heart they rise and arise on the bank of the fjord to wait in the wind for the one who returns they speak without speaking but when? but when? lighthouse …
Candi Prambanan
If there is a lesson in travel — and I make the gentle distinction here between Travel, where you open yourself to change, and Tourism, where the scenes and faces pass in front of you in cinematic splendor — if there is a lesson in travel, it is that time is much longer than your …