mist, heat, light, rain

I broke my wrist. I broke my wrist on Wednesday, planning to leave for London on Monday. I broke my wrist on Wednesday, planning to leave for London on Monday, attend a masked ball ballet on Thursday, after visiting the queen’s gallery. I wanted to meet an old dear friend and his dog, visit museums…

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…