There’s a place where on a weekday you can watch Parisians traverse by foot what would be about eleven US city blocks. They are on their way to the Metro, a hotel district, or the regional train station Gare de Montparnasse. They’ll avoid the main street sidewalks, crowded with tourists. They’ll move with the swiftnessContinue reading “Montparnasse, Mon Amour (revised)”
Author Archives: Vincent Hostak
A poem. Now, let’s go to the Wildest Place: the Heart of All Souls Eve and Day
Now we honor those who slipped beyond the veil. It is my parents I’m thinking about this dimming day and a moment abstracted in a photo.
Wilder by Winter (updated)
Dahlias and roses rebound back to form, before my eyes, after the three o’clock sun steamed away the remnants of an overnight wintering of their petals.
