Grotto

I imagine creatures live down there, inhabitants of an underworld that, instead of being ruled by the devil, is really a place where daydreams come true. It looks dark from up here, high above the world of unicorns and dancing caterpillars, as I peer into the grate, overgrown with weeds, leaves, and other detritus, a … Continue reading Grotto

2 Cars

2 cars — one from Vermont, the other from New York — meet in a covered garage somewhere near Syracuse, for the first time and quite possibly the last as well. All of the different combinations of circumstance that brought them together in the first place are the same ones that will keep them apart … Continue reading 2 Cars

Tara

Solitude. That’s what I feel when I think of Tara, that solitary hill in the middle of flatlands, that lush green countryside that seemed unreal even while we stood on its surface. And while the multitudes of sheep moved past in herds, making low sounds deep in their throats, we stood there and soaked it … Continue reading Tara

Red Door

We rode in a huge bus down the myriad streets of Dublin, with all the amenities of home, but the bathroom was a little small. We visited a statue of James Joyce, piling out of the bus with wild abandon, glad not to be cooped up anymore. But my eye was drawn to the red … Continue reading Red Door