It’s good to be on the warmer side of a rainy window. To watch it rain on others but not on you. To float in the dry silence of your own room To have nothing to do Nowhere to go To think of love and death as things that will happen to you on some … Continue reading The Warmer Side of a Rainy Window
Life, be kind to me Give me ten years more Give me twenty Give me a masterpiece of words Give me a woman to teach me love Give me nights of passion And quiet breakfasts in bed Give me a thousand great books to read Give me bicycle rides through the countryside Give me work … Continue reading Letter Left on the Windowsill at Dawn
For three years now my grandfather has been dying in a little room pill by pill diaper by diaper spoon by spoon. He cannot walk. He cannot talk. He cannot breathe. Who can tell his sadness? Who can tell his rage? With what effrontery do we hold him by the nose open his mouth and … Continue reading Old Man
