Why a sad song for the road makes you kinder
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread. The p...
Tag: psychology
Hanalei beach
I watched her enter the water, a woman intimate with surfaces, then ride up and above the Kauai sky, pulling the pleated sea with her. She tumbled and rolled in...
In April I wait
In April I wait for the ground to become springy under my feet. Do your bare feet recall that cool spongy feeling? You would have been younger. Or old and wise....