The Marbles

Sometimes gaps tell the story – a Scottish nobleman one stifling summer    something led to another and before the city had woken up crates of treasure grew legs and descended the fortress years passed six thousand islands fished the same flag from the sea people without a country gained a country survived earthquakes and smashedContinue reading “The Marbles”

Another Art

Little by little I am learning the art of wasting time, the marathon of days.   Cycling slower, stopping almost to bide time with hives of wisteria and pink petal shavings, like candy floss in the gutter.   Then going farther faster  limbs burning  lungs unfolding  palms like oysters  on melted ice clasped but curdling as they beginContinue reading “Another Art”