Grass

Sometimes it helps homesickness to write poetry, no matter how simple the poetry. Yesterday was a beautiful day here, and for five sweet minutes before the sun set over the buildings and I got too cold, I sat on a chair with a pad of paper and pen. And I breathed in, and smelled something … Continue reading

Copenhagen

Frans and I have two really good friends. Their names mean“rock, ancestor’s descendant” and “work, industrious, and fertile.” They are a Son of Adam and Daughter of Eve. They would understand that last Lewis description; they are familiar with analogies and fairytales, stories and mythologies. Frans and I met at their wedding, and beyond that … Continue reading