The Florentine Stroll

The night has sunk on these medieval streets. I wander dreamingly through waves of damp and Jasmine . . . In three days, i motion on to Rome, keeping the ball a’roll; There is still page-space available in my little brown book . . . In six days, all clocks will pause. And i will […]

May 27

Beginnings are bred by endings. The end, therefore, is pregnant. photograph by Tobias M Kraft