Put on your winter boots, pull on your mittens, and let's stroll around the lake. Hear the snow laugh under your feet... She's stuck in this pose... You're better off than her, you know. You can go wherever you want. Isn't that amazing? Is it full of snow? Or maybe mulled wine? Or is it … Continue reading A Walk In Winter
Three times a day, Manoli climbs up the gas pipe in the garden and leaps up to the first-floor balcony, where he mioaos at the window insistently until I open the door for him. Thus am I interrupted from my writing... Is he my cat or am I his human?
I have no rhymes for you, no metaphors And sonnets are old-fashioned. I could compare you to something beautiful, Compare you to the Moon undressing of her pride To bathe in a turquoise lagoon Garlanded with coral reefs And fanned by palms and birds of paradise. But you are nothing like that You are Swish-whoosh-twinkle-twinkle-flutter-flutter … Continue reading Quiet Flutter