A Picture and a Haiku – Moustiers-Sainte-Marie

  So soft is the flight Of those who have old legend Give wind to their wings

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A Picture and a Haiku – Lisbon

Textures and patterns Dance between color and sun Meld in the shadows


A Picture and a Haiku – Brussels

Queen in her castle Wet stones, beef stew and dark brews Adamo and snow

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One of Those Days

Today was one of those days when I could so effortlessly interlace my Eastern European francophone-influenced past with my current, heavily New England-based, state of affairs. Leisurely bike ride through the cranberry bogs.Contemplating making a savory pumpkin and Parmigiano pie, to be served with port wine soaked...


(Oxy)Moronic Verses

  Hope and doubt, doubt and hope Single-digit crowds of friendly misanthropes Indiscrete count Unambiguous bet My world is half-round and mostly half-flat  


Keep Moving

The act of walking is a constant sequence of losing and regaining your balance. I learned this from my physics teacher somewhere in seventh or eighth grade and I’ve kept thinking about it ever since. It was my first encounter with scientifically elegant thinking. It...


Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

It was an early autumn Florentine afternoon – fragrantly warm, gloriously sunny, the air sparkling with freshness born out of yesterday’s rain. We had climbed the steep streets of Oltrarno, the less noble but dignified Florence neighborhood on the other side of the Arno River. We...