Michael T. Young: Cataract
Prayers and wonder in these arches flicker
into smoke and ash, a single, blind beating wing
April 23, 2019 · Leave a comment
Sam Hamill: Nightingales of Kifissia
An evening in Kifissia, a taverna after the botanical garden, now more than thirty years ago, . the nightingales, hundreds, the sound of nightingales through it all. And me feeling … Continue reading
February 28, 2019 · 1 Comment
Sam Hamill: When Eagles Fly
I don’t know how we do it, how we struggle to find happiness in this brutal world. I sat a long time watching a few sailboats meander around Fidalgo … Continue reading
December 13, 2018 · Leave a comment
Sam Hamill: Odysseus in Paris, 6 a.m.
I’m leaning out the window, looking up Rue Pascal, up the hill toward Mouffetard, where soon the markets will overflow with fresh produce and fish, and dozens of restaurants will … Continue reading
September 27, 2018 · Leave a comment
