It is about sitting…

It is about sitting. Alone. And knowing there is no one else to blame. Wild stabs at state-sponsored violence Lets no one off the hook. Not even you.

Stair Case

My staircase That takes me up to bed every night. There are many like this in town. I must find out who started it. But I am so tired…four flights of stairs, many times a day….I’ll do it tomorrow.

My morning with Fibonacci

The sunlit steps spiraled under my feet as I climbed up the stone tower of Porte Saint Jacques one crisp January morning in Parthenay.  The staircase is narrow, and I kept my left palm resting against the central pillar, more for reassurance than for safety. I was reminded of something I had read about once…