Starstruck

Whence cometh the longing? That yearning for home, for Other? Where is home if not within? We travel eternities through life, death, time and space … Perhaps each realm confers its own forgetfulness; maybe this is the bargain we make so we don’t jump ship....

The Dance

I loathe cold coffee, though I find cool tea palatable. Beyond explanation, only one derives from Latin America, the other from the Orient.   Perhaps entwined in the hairlike strands of my DNA lurks an obscure memory of peasants whirling; bright colors arcing...