Drinking Chocolate, Verb & Noun

  Let me try to describe it.  You open your mouth to take a taste, but it is like swallowing a thick river.  Then you remember to sip, and the maneuver works.  It is chocolate, but more so, in a cafe crowded for the weather, customers lined up for “hugs in mugs” ( TM) and hot…

Sometimes when the “here” is just right

Indira Ganesan, Silkie Chicks in a Provincetown Storefront window, 2018 It doesn’t always happen, but I was so full of affection for my town recently.  The film festival was in town, so that was fun.  Saw this, this, and this.  And this, this and this. They were all in, in a word, phenomenal.  The audience…

June Sweater

I’ve got my sweater on as the rains pours away.  The flowers drenched, the thirsty earth soil quenched.  I type as I hum a song and get nostalgic for a memory I never had. Read some very good books:  The House of Names ; Song of Achilles; Home Fire; Circe; and am a quarter way into Cloud…

Memorial Days

A woman let her horse feed on the clover in the strip of field between the Stop and Shop and the local garage.  The land near the garage is notorious for getting flooded, and remaining ankle to knee-deep long after the rain stops.  The horse is blond, a pale beauty.   There is something so…