Change of Scene

We are christened by a first blizzard –   not the first in our lives but here in this half-year home, where we nested  on the hottest day, in the hottest year,  earth curdling at the top of those stairs.  Now I’m by the window and though  the stairs pretend to go somewhere I’d never guessContinue reading “Change of Scene”

Migrating Season

Fifth time in five years and like always days dragged their feet then sprinted, until with the shrivelled fruit of August I am sweating boxes, dripping saucepans to another crater of this city. Heat bears down, desk fan churns but missing this place? Its panorama of bins, the guy who daily examines his dick, thickContinue reading “Migrating Season”