© 2019 Vincent Hostak The trouble with gratitude is the same as its blessing. I begin by thanking the ash tree for being. Then how it looked in the rain when I was once struck by sadness or how its bark felt to the fingers of a blind friend. How it’s branches resisting its gustsContinue reading “The Ash Tree, Thanksgiving 2019”
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)”
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.