One – nous sommes août. I like that in French “we are” a month. I am August, living in Paris for a month. July and August (like their Roman Emperor namesakes) have been prodigious in black comedy hours.
Journal
Sensibilia
My cat sniffs his new building in Manhattan, reading it like a newspaper. Smell is the sense that cats need most to feel secure. His whole body trembles on our front porch at the intensity of sirens, thunderstorms, garbage and icecream trucks. He only stops shaking when we cover one or two of his ears, […]
The Mouse & the Taniwha
I hadn’t thought about taniwha in decades, until a couple of months ago when I was working in New York City. When I was young my grandmother shared Māori stories of taniwha with me, and I only realized recently that a Māori bone carving pendant I inherited from her is a taniwha. Taniwha are protectors […]
