Melted Snow and Dried Leaves

The memory of a cup of tea reminds me that you can live with embarrassment better than you can live with regret.

Raspberry Leaf

The way that cinnamon tastes is the way I feel when look at her. Though we have not met in decades, nor have I any photos left.   But in my memory her hair is in braids beneath a woolen cap that hangs scarlet as the flush of her cheeks in the winter breath of…

Larches in the haloed house

Whether your life ends with a bang or a whimper is not important, but what that life represented is important


Maybe we don’t sleep to be awake, but we are awake to let our souls free when we sleep…