Category Archives: aging

tree games

In the morning as I’m shaving on a bright and windy day I glimpse something quickly passing by the window —second floor? Nothing could be near that window Are my eyes deceiving me? Could it be a bird in passing? … Continue reading

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ears

My memories of the party are visual: photos, faces, continuous white noise video smiling eyes, gesturing fingers, hands, nose-to-nose discussions, sipping ideas in the dim bar, children in a booth friends, relatives, companions gathered to celebrate life—it plays like a … Continue reading

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recognition

“I earned these lines; don’t you dare erase one of them!”—Anna Magnani, upon learning that a publicity photo of her had been airbrushed. In the morning I look at you as you sleep. You are so you: the fresh sweet … Continue reading

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