Theseus in Old Age

There had been a clue for getting out.  But in these later days, large portions of life  get lost in the wide cracks between events,  and memory itself twists into a labyrinth.    How many corners did I turn in Paris—some with you, some with others from a past so distant none of its light […]

What Pigeons Do

And sometimes, honestly, I wonder what that is. Sure, they strut along a building ledge, squat on the head of a statue, dive through trees in the park. But unlike songbirds mixing their sense of joy with the hyacinth and bluebells of spring, lifting us all with them in their wonder, pigeons twitch and turn […]