On flying and time zones and dark nights of the soul

When flying through the air–miraculously–in a chunk of engineered metal, It strikes one that, although we will be in flight for two and a half hours, Still we will arrive only one hour later. Such is the way the world tilts and The speed of the plane and The angle of the sun. What, then,ContinueContinue reading “On flying and time zones and dark nights of the soul”

La luna nublada

I was asked to share, at a meeting, what my experience in Philadelphia was like. So I wrote these jumbled words. Enjoy. ============================================================= The moment that sticks with me Is the moment, under the clouded moon, where they wouldn’t let me in to the gated-off city center, so instead I stood, shivering/ stranded/ crestfallen inContinueContinue reading “La luna nublada”