I sit and wait to feel astonishment land in my hand like a bird
White was not so much a color, or, as some say, the absence of color, as it was a feeling under my fingertips when I touched the outside of our house. The white
I awoke at what I guessed was about an hour before dawn. I heard no shrill, drunken voices shouting good night or getting the last word in an argument that started before the pubs closed.
I go blind sometimes in the face of great beauty. It could be a river gorge, the cathedral of a forest, or a sunset singing its aria of color, spilling its heart to
The aroma of basil, which grew in ancient, tall, earthenware pots at the foot of Niko's stone stairs, beside the heavy wooden doors, and at the entrance to his garden, got stronger as
We lived in the Age of Aretha. We stood on the deck of the ship she sailed. We were lifted in her updrafts when she beat her wings and soared. She gave us
What did I carry in my medicine bag? There was a coat my mother kept in the space behind the back seat of her Volkwagen bug. The car was pumpkin, the coat avocado,