And then it was her turn to know something unsaid.  When it happened, her body sank into the bottomless earth with its unsupportable anguish, something in the way a man pulls you toward him and pins you down, the pace of it, the hurry or delay shows you where he has some other woman’s smiling arms, some thighs, some sweetness somewhere, not here.  ( Read more... )

A small man with a long beard wearing a white hat and tunic stopped me. “Do you want to see something?” he asked and pointed out the window to the ledge where two baby pigeons were nesting. “I’ve been watching them for the past couple of weeks. They just hatched.” I looked more closely at the two baby birds nestled together. “I just thought I’ ( Read more... )

IF EVERYTHING HAPPENS THAT CAN'T BE DONE - e.e. cummings ( Read more... )