Good Friday in Taranto Italy

Reposting this blog from two years ago when I was in Italy for Good Friday, because the need for communal...

The Perfect Air

The Perfect Air

For more than seven decades I have drawn into my body the perfect air. Today I taste it! Spring messages...

It Was After

It Was After

It was after her suicide that we met, her confusion swirling through the air from across the street where it...

Looking Back to the Cusp

Looking Back to the Cusp

  A whale at the side of the panga spouted through her blowhole, looked me in the eye and let...