
Psychopomp
The magic place lay under a blanket of snow. On the ridge of the park…
The magic place lay under a blanket of snow. On the ridge of the park…
Dawn sun, distant mountains, red cliffs near, white clouds scattered, still world, until a breeze…
It feels like centuries must have passed, but it is only decades. Years grow shorter…
The Gallego, Dos Lunas, sat on the low wall of the Mirador San Nicolas hurling…
Christopher Tolkien, referring to his father, defined what J.R.R. called his ‘secondary world.’ He said…
“Have you ever been alone in an old theatre at night? There are no places…
TEL AVIV – SEPTEMBER – 2023 Noah Artowski, by now a six-year veteran of the…
Summer was winding to its natural end but the evenings were still warm in London…
The bed had been positioned deliberately near the window so the artist had a view…
The leaves of Greenwich Park were the soul of Autumn as I walked slowly up…