I am falling asleep, Marcel says, taking a young girl in his arms.

There was a time when he was always taking long aimless walks, but today it’s different. He has a goal in mind, a date deep in the Combray countryside. The landscape expands as he travels. His parents have returned to Paris in preparation for Madame’s gynecological appointment (though Marcel did not know this), so he’sContinue reading “I am falling asleep, Marcel says, taking a young girl in his arms.”

Polyhymnia Disinterred

If Polyhymnia could be a winter afternoon’s great beauty, or night, as it fills the moon’s girth with still translucence restored from earth… If Polyhymnia could be like the sleigh we got for last year’s Christmas day, not so  hot for winter’s snow,  but good once spring’s trapeze and high wire act started up… IfContinue reading “Polyhymnia Disinterred”