It has seemed appropriate to present first the Spanish version of this story; the versions in English and en français follow further below. Como siempre, las sugerencias y correcciones son bienvenidas. A la Villa Blanca (en espagñol) Estaba en… Read More ›
While sharing a hotel room with my son Nearing the end there were just two Running through fields, slightly uphill. An exhausted me, perhaps, arms outstretched, As to a loving parent not just ahead? And a final turn… Read More ›
God, in His infinite wisdom Has invented so many things Like coats, sweaters and umbrellas To keep my dear son warm and dry And buds for cellphones so that I Might not hear every word that strangers’ Mothers say… Read More ›
Putting together a sort of book of my poetry to submit to the US Copyright Office, I came across this old poem, which I wrote when my son was 8—rather than 17 and soon to go off to college! The… Read More ›
Working on the plant-based poem November Love Story I was surprised to discover that this “Nurture” essay, which appeared in Surviving the Twenty-First Century, had never been published on Montaigbakhtinian. Here it is. There was a time, in a… Read More ›
POETRY October 2013, augmented May 2017 It is quite some time now that the haiku has made its way across the Pacific, and many an American, adult and school child, has tried their hand at imitating the form and sensibility… Read More ›
Dedicated to my friend Masha, who is studying child development. A conversation with her about the importance of a child’s first few years pushed me to finally move this text from the bowels of my computer to cyberspace. A… Read More ›
