Saluting my singular friend Rie on her birthday:

rie and zoe

Rie with her granddaughter, Zoe, on Hydra.


Rie, Zoe and I. Walking the back road evermore.


TASHKENT PAGES – Anna Akhmatova

I was with you in the mysterious gloom,

Walking as if in no-man’s-land,

But suddenly the crescent moon

Skimmed like a diamond boat over the meeting-separation …


And if that night should return to you

In the course of your hidden fate,

Know that someone dreamt

About this sacred moment.