I cannot remember the last time I had flown a kite. I do recall the rush of a successful take-off when you catch the right wind, precisely when you need it. I remember the thrill and wonder that engulfed me as I watched the kite dancing in mid-air, twirling, swooping, always threatening to dive towards … Continue reading Kites
La città
I walk through sun-baked stony alleyways,And overhear the buzzing of Italian voicesin their kitchens and dining rooms.Something is always stirring –what better time to discuss it than over lunch? I hear them humming in their hives,Chattering, gossiping, and laughing.If their queen is content,Why should there be any reason for them to stop? Still, a storm … Continue reading La città
Ginger
Our cat set out at night; he has somewhere to be. I lie awake wondering where . . . My thinking turns to dreaming, and I dream of old Ginger. His tail raised, paws padding softly along the roads. The roads glow with the moon’s reflection (it rained today). He doesn’t mind – he plods … Continue reading Ginger
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