In the beginning,
There was a poem,
On dust and ions
Posts in Life
On vacation
“We must pretend
There’s a blue painting
At the end of this poem…”
On a sunset
as if what exists, exists,
so that it can be lost,
On the Danube
Once upon a time, two people drank champagne from a ten-euro bottle…
Read MoreOn track
It’s gonna be all right. Here comes the sun.
Read MoreOn the record
“They made a statue of us, and put it on a mountaintop,”
Read MoreOn the Fourth of August, again
“I had an inheritance from my father,
It was the moon and the sun.”
– Ernest Hemingway
On Joy Street
“If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.” ― Anatole France
Read MoreOn the moon
Goodnight room, Goodnight moon, Goodnight cow jumping over the moon.
Read MoreOn an odyssey
On books and cars and Paris and
big worlds and journeys.