
Poet Emily Dickinson Reflects on the Lanes and Alleys of Taipei
How public – those concrete paths – punctuated with rows of metal doors – potted plants – pink trousers and Continue reading
How public – those concrete paths – punctuated with rows of metal doors – potted plants – pink trousers and Continue reading
Four golden beetles basking on a jade-colored leaf along the stone stairs to Jilongshan made me kiss my camera.
It was overcast the morning my son and I rode the Wenshan Line standing room only to the zoo Continue reading
It’s easy to stargaze here on Lanyu but, girlfriend, you’ll need to feed the kid’s first on island figs, if Continue reading
Boiled in a somber broth of ginseng and wolfberries, angelica and licorice root, chuan xiong and longan you float, silkie, Continue reading
Interesting how one event follows another. Yesterday afternoon as I was driving past the dump, the sun was so blinding Continue reading
The Shapeshifter may appear as flash of beak or splash of wing, a swift shadow flickering across the tundra, or Continue reading
Which season do you prefer? I ask the Scarseths, whose lichen-encrusted tomb I’m sketching in my journal in ink, despite the Continue reading