Certain kind of wind

Cold that comes in the wrong month, big oaks have to bend, light that’s caught in the leaves, a certain kind of wind   Air from the Caucasus, memory of other breezes, uneven breath, an old man’s sighs, homesick for an unknown place   Movement without purpose, shapes without form, stirred restless without progress, old movies on … read more Certain kind of wind

Art therapy

A morning of colored glass. The gleaming pieces caught the sun and the glint of snow through the window. I wanted to handle them all. I got out all the glass fragments that I’d cut this week, and spread them out. And played. I made a dozen small pieces, just a few inches across, and experimented … read more Art therapy