Royal Visit
The infant’s portrait faced Lafayette Gardens, and from my balcony, I could not see any of it, neither the small pink casket encased in glass atop a wheeled chariot, nor the large portrait resting upon it, facing north. We were washed by the sun from the east that morning, painting my room orange. It sounded […]
Worm Dance
There was only one woodcock at Bryant Park today. He or she did not feel like dancing. The bird stared back at the row of cellular-phone photographers, eyes as black and shiny as a camera lens, head cocked slightly, beholding the beholders. “I know what makes me dance,” the lady bird thought. It wasn’t in […]