Seeking the Gaze

  It starts when one is young and even long before the searching, the yearning for that moment when your mother’s eyes alight on you, or your father’s gaze snaps into focus with you as its target.   Two universes connect, slide together, magnet and iron. The...
The Art of Flight

The Art of Flight

  Like a bird who can’t enjoy flying but instead only pecks, eats and drinks, I race from one activity to the next.   I end each day stretched out on the bed wanting nothing but sleep.   But suddenly I awaken. I watch my movements fast and jerky, my...