Rue de Marchands

Rue de Marchands

 Rue de Marchands I made my fortune selling hot dogsalong the Rue de Marchandsand am left now to squander itamong the fig trees of paradise. I made my fortune selling investmentsalong the boulevardsand am left now to squander itamong the fig trees of...
Ode To Spring

Ode To Spring

 There have been no new translations from the Sanskrit this week.Philosophy is at a low point.Giant Matilija poppies in the gardenOvergrownHave collapsedThe stems and bloomsForming circlesHollow in the middleWhere silently at sunsetEmptiness waits for a messiah.This...
Uncle Ned

Uncle Ned

When I was growing up, I attracted the attention of a meddlesome uncle who felt obligated to teach me everything he thought I’d missed from not having my father around.  My parents were divorced and I lived with my mother.  The divorce happened not long after I was...
The Shell

The Shell

“I think it’s your shell.”“I have a shell?”“Of course, everything does.”“Everything?”“Well, clams, mussels, scallops, abalones, armadillos.”“Have you ever seen an armadillo?”“No, but I’ve read about them.”“That’s hearsay.  You can’t use it.”“Okay, beetles then.  They...
Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction

Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction

 Truth is stranger than fiction.  Mark TwainWhat is the best way to describe a particular life experience?  That is the dilemma I am currently grappling with.  The answer it seems to me depends on what you are trying to accomplish with the description.  Is the purpose...