Category: meditation

• May 23, 2012

  A mean case of arthritis

  A long day can be relieved by a rooftop breeze or even by its memory. The humidity created its own atmosphere over the City. The Park smelled of warm Fruit Loops and my hair was a puff pastry. I believe I am coming down with a mean case of arthritis. In the morning, one conversation…
• May 22, 2012

  A pastoral dirge

  Dearest A, My god what a beautiful day. On leaves with filtered light, goddess spiders, succulent wine and caressed notes. Words just don’t suffice. Merci mon beau ami for being in my life. Love, C * Unspeakably beautiful our day together. Thank you, dearest C. And how lovely your new picture. More tomorrow once my…
• May 21, 2012

  New York is not New York

  When people ask me whether I like living in New York City, I can only answer in the day by day, the block by block. The city writ large is not a home. My treetop dwelling is my home and so is the northern half of Central Park and so is being with Joan. So.…
• May 19, 2012

  O brave woman

  At 5:47 a.m., the rim of the sky wore a pinkish hue. It was fuchsia. At 7:46 p.m. last night, the stain glass of the bell tower was lit all in fuchsia. I awoke early, recalling the cool steps of the courtyard, awoke, curled up like a fetus, and thought of you. O brave woman,…
• May 18, 2012

  ‘Come here love…’

  Come here love: the evening itches on, like limbs inching unseen, each stretch kept under quiet wraps, his purr lending peonies, their wings rinsing the other’s dark silence.   *   *   * Now, the window thyme in morning sun. Now, the long trunk but an X-axis. Yet: a single sprig is yenning Up.…