What to Do, What to Say
I got out of my way and suddenly it was all easy; the decisions, the paths, the next step cleared...
A Culture’s Gifts
On a prancing afternoon a silvery Elder bends solemn over her notebook. A firecracker goes off. Cohetes they’re called, where...
Proud Neighbor
My proud neighbor with petals of such young yellow on such a firm and sturdy stem holding such a...
Living Room
Where do you dwell in the House of Time? Many of its rooms entrance you backwards. You could rest...
