Boatman of the azure sea you're handpicked for having stones in your heart and snails in your eyes and to reply to whomever asks about them that you know nothing I came too one morning when the sea was speckled with white —neither to get on the boat nor to ask— just to stand in … Continue reading Boatman
Piazza
I find myself sitting on a cold stone bench in this little piazza. I don't know if it has a name but it is adjacent to the central bus station. It is morning and I am waiting here for a friend to arrive. I could be at work but my choice was to take time … Continue reading Piazza
Philosophy
I wasn't surprised that my administrator asked for a meeting. Nor was I surprised at what he said to me. To paraphrase him, he told me that some students had said that our Physics class was more like a Philosophy class. I think that he expected me to be taken back, to feel threatened and … Continue reading Philosophy