Rights of passage

Yet always something of the human soul is transposed as she travels through realms where few go to drink the rare ichor of true correspondence: where the soul—the very core—of one language meets another.

Jangled moon

  Since the last full moon – the blood moon, I would say most folk around here have felt just a tad jangled. A situation not helped by the raging wildfire in Monchique this past week, about 70 km distant from Boliqueime, where I live. Ironically, Monchique is known for its spring water, and the... Continue Reading →

Outcomes

Today started out well. It started out early, when it was cool enough not to perspire. I purchased a book as a PDF for $20.00, and only have about 341 pages to go. Someone from Canada who read my blog suggested I might be interested. Smart woman of discernment! I did some work, some laundry,... Continue Reading →

Postcards from before

I have just emptied an entire chest (kist, in my parlance) in search of one small notebook. This constitutes an act of bravery, for the kist contains boxes full of memories, and papers I should have filed a long time ago. I was calm, and did not get upset; it appears there is no reason... Continue Reading →

Not really

Very soon after that, I noticed a pair of black and white running shoes on the grass beneath a tree and behind the communal dustbin.

Small waves

I repented my clumsiness immediately as I swept up the glass, and a good deal else besides.

Shore to shore

The water came wave by rolling wave to take our love thus written into the endless sea for always.

Another ode to time

She might have felt dizzy, or had a fever that day, and felt unwell. In any case, the black man offered her his bed to lie on, and a book of poetry, by way of remedy.

Thyme, it was

But yes, this time of year there are Flanders poppies and daisies, the kind whose petals you can count to see if you are loved.

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