Let’s just do words, no pictures today. 😊 The new book I began is incredibly good, by the author Ameen Rihani I’d discovered listed as one of the very few of May Ziadeh’s literary colleagues (or of people she knew in general) who had helped get her out of the horrific mental asylum in Lebanon…… Continue reading Got On A Boat In A Book I Found, Made Me Laugh Aloud
Tag: fiction
Saturday Night’s Dream
I dreamed I saw a small bright yellow canary very sprightly, cheerful, awake and little drowsy, and I saw he was sitting next to May, and she noticed I was looking toward them, looking back as if to say hi. “You didn’t actually have to leave him behind!” I said. And May said, “Oh, no,…… Continue reading Saturday Night’s Dream
A Short Story by May Ziadeh, Beloved: Memories of Lebanon
Somehow I’d been looking at old posts and happened to come across a post in which I’d shared an article in a periodical I’d found written by May Ziadeh as I was moving through translating her first book of poems, Flowers of a Dream. I hadn’t read it then, had saved it for much later,…… Continue reading A Short Story by May Ziadeh, Beloved: Memories of Lebanon
A Dream to Fall Into
I took this photo early. I am awake now in the night but will write a dream I’d like and place myself within it. “It’s so good to see you. The water is such a blue that would be a dolphin’s place of choice to be seen…There are pillows piled on this side, such puffy…… Continue reading A Dream to Fall Into
Tales To Tell This Morning
Good morning. I opened my eyes to such a blush of rose in the sky that made me smile instinctively and I sent up a kiss and then another one (instead of trying to capture it on camera first.) Last night ended the same. Birds and a Cat Cardinals were setting up a nest to…… Continue reading Tales To Tell This Morning
This Dream I Dream Instead
I woke now from a bad half-remembered dream but I don’t need to write it at all. The dream I’d like to be in now would be indoors. Maybe it begins with a folded paper in my hand in the shape of a piano— ‘There, you can have it.’ It is still a little warm…… Continue reading This Dream I Dream Instead
Father’s Whisper
I wrote this short story a few years ago when I was in search of God. I’m posting it now because I’m interested in writing stories again and would love to share my past work with you. Although I was searching for God at the time, this is a work of fiction, not based on…… Continue reading Father’s Whisper
Blush of Dawn 