being a set of reflections about belonging, about place and time, about the verb to dwell; some experiments in being alone and with others; some thoughts on eating & drinking and trying to make merry in the face of many fears and struggles; and some vague ideas about navigating life as a human here in the strange land currently called america in the first part of this peculiar century.

the heart is a hearth is a collection of memoirs about a place to call home
which does not yet exist
nevertheless
we remember it.

weren’t you there, that night
among the lanterns?
i’m sure your smile
will remind me of the moon.