By The Marina

Kicking my legs off the edge of the jetty wall. It’s warm, but with a tang or two left over from the long winter. Not yet a deep summers warmth. Lights from floating aircraft dance a ballet in the sky across the lake; an evolving constellation. There are a few stars poking through the luminous … More By The Marina

Capture

I finally understand the basis for the myth that if you take someones picture, you own their soul. As soon as I experience some wonderful moment (this morning: drifting ethereal piano while I slowly, achingly, become aware of warm early morning light on the stone outside the window while rising vented steam rises from a … More Capture

Puck

I’m reading an article on my computer, in my lap sits Puck, the cat I live with (I can hardly call him mine, any more than I am his; he’s a tenant, and yet to make a rent payment). I’m petting him, he’s enjoying it immensely. He purrs, and leans into my hand and arm. … More Puck