Carpets
“A beautiful carpet brings a smile to your face each morning” (Persian saying) The skeins of yarn deftly wound around the warp in Turkish or Persian knots have survived the tread of children’s feet the hurried pace of the… Read more ›
“A beautiful carpet brings a smile to your face each morning” (Persian saying) The skeins of yarn deftly wound around the warp in Turkish or Persian knots have survived the tread of children’s feet the hurried pace of the… Read more ›
we’re old vines you and I our best vintages a pretty memory but our fruit retains some sweetness yet the first frost hasn’t touched it it’s ready to be plucked and pressed into the second wine, la piquette, consumed in… Read more ›
When it comes to age, we’re all in sweet denial. A jury bribed to overlook the evidence has ruled that we’re still young. It’s just a number, right, says Tommy, my Greek barber, don’t count the summers, you knock a… Read more ›
Turn off your iphone. Come to my world. Feel the mud ooze up between your toes as we cross a soggy meadow. Learn to tell small lies that can’t be verified. Have a chance encounter with a handsome stranger in… Read more ›
Everything at his grandma’s house sighed with the burden of advancing age, the sagging sofa with its threadbare antimacassar, the chipped Italian figurines, the peeling grey linoleum on the kitchen floor. Even the parakeet hovering on his clipped wings had… Read more ›
In spring the co-eds blossom, While I simply age, Not like a good, mellow wine Or the patina of a Turkaman, That would be some consolation, But more like an abandoned orchard, Its remaining fruit blighted With nasty brown dots,… Read more ›