A Flâneur’s Guide to Kyoto

In Kyoto, hearing the cuckoo, I long for Kyoto. – Bashō I call this Kyoto Guide for lack of a…

Japanese-Style Mushroom Broth

“There is not city But the city within. No door, but the door To simple wisdom. We walk, dumb As…

— the dusk light, the cloud pattern, recorded always in your heart and the rest of the world — chaos…

Something woke me, something feathered up against me in a dream. Perhaps its soft tip of wing skipped across my…

… again the emerald green pallu of her sari tucked in at her hips, across her breast, and cough it…

“…balance of humors, coconut liquor thinned / by broth, sour pulp of tamarind / cut through by salt, set off…

The skies today are a bright, pale mid-winter blue, the air still and cold. I’m enjoying a moment of afternoon…

The beetroot is in my roots, borscht in my bloodline. My great grandmother was Ukrainian. The story goes that during…

Now the leaves are falling fast… – from ‘Autumn Song’, W. H. Auden The day we made these Pear &…

Spoon of everyone. Spoon of the belly. Spoon of the empty belly. Spoon of the full one. Spoon of no…