Monthly Archives: April 2011

Birds of a Feather

  One summer    I went every morning       to the edge of a pond where          a huddle of just-hatched geese would paddle to me  and clamber       up the marshy slope          and over my body, peeping and staring– … Continue reading

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Silence Of The Night

  The silence of night hours is never really silent. You hear the air, even when it doesn't stir. It's a memory of the day. Nothing stirs, Memory lags. No traffic hushing up and down tricky hills among the camphor … Continue reading

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