Every day I want to speak with you. And every day something more important / calls for my attention -- the drugstore, the beauty products, the luggage / I need to buy for the trip./Even now I can hardly sit here / among the falling piles of paper and clothing, the garbage trucks outside/ already…
I remember her every word and every intonation. I will not repeat what she said, though it will always echo in my daydreams. The broad sense of it was that she was offering me everything...All would fear us and love us and no one could ever touch us.-Zachary Mason (The Lost Books of the Odyssey)I've…
And thus, without a wing, Or service of a keel, Our summer made her light escape Into the beautiful. -Emily Dickinson So, not only is today the first day of summer--an occasion worth celebrating--but we're also now several posts into this blog and the good old guilt has already started to set in; go figure,…
Dining with Dostoevsky 