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When we first met, she used me the way Renoir used red. We danced red too, a saxophone tango, Le petite morte of..

I sometimes did an experiment with my students because perspective is everything, well, except for the lies we tell ourselves. Bec..

There is something about a thousand shades of green and what it does when you are alone in the woods with all that wet air and th..

Enya floats in the background and something in her music reminds me of the time Sylvia took me along for a hike through the trees ..

I watched her walk because she is so good at it, and as I have said, “excellence is its own reward,” I don’t know what ..

The flutter of a newborn leaf shines like a perfect word chosen to speak the color green into the wind. Her happy shush~shush like a muted c..

STY WARDENS When Cape Canaveral was my home, I’d watch the sky split open for our fiery tubes of hubris. I used to watch rocke..

SYLVIA 1I’m always watching. After all,there are connectionsthat begto be made becauseeverythingis disparateand wants joining.Thesapphire of thi..

SYLVIA 1 I’m always watching. After all, there are connectionsthat begto be made becauseeverythingis disparateand wants joining.Thesapph..

I suppose everyone dreams of perfection, we have the word, if not the thing itself. At first, when I was very small, my parents thought it..