Fear Fear builds its fenceof thornsslowly, with murmurssurrounds us But where is the gatethat leads to the pathby which one arrivesat the shadowy forest? There shelterour most intimateour most ferocious animals Our most atrocious fear… Continue Reading
Shinto When sadness overwhelms us,for a moment we are savedby small adventuresof memory or attention:the taste of fruit, the taste of water,the face a dream gives back to us,the early jasmines of November,the endless yearning… Continue Reading
February Winter. Time to eat fatand watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,a black fur sausage with yellowHoudini eyes, jumps up on the bed and triesto get onto my head. It’s hisway of telling… Continue Reading