A Sun-Drenched Moment

A sun-drenched moment in the afternoon When the black eyes of the field light into a thousand candles, Sweaty and shining pure green, Illuminates my memory With thoughts of those who have come and gone. Ghosts walk between these trees Lingering, Stygian, tucked into shadows, into The space between the raindrops And the veined blooming leaves.…

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In The French Countryside

So, I’ve got a number of blog posts planned for future weeks detailing what, specifically, I’m doing here in France, what I’m eating, what I’m drinking, where we’re working, et cetera. But I thought at first I’d just try to pass on a little bit of this world on the other side of the pond,…

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