Written on my patio in Latchi, Cyprus. The Struggle Sitting outside reading, I heard a thump in the grass. Something had fallen from the sky. A small bird? My first thought seemed unlikely. But then, yea, it moved! A tiny little thing of a bird, pink skin showing through with but little plumage to speak…

Yes, Bob Barker from the Price is Right. I wouldn’t have thought that being in Cyprus would make me think of him, of all people… Why, you might be wondering? Last night I had dinner at the restaurant at the resort where I’m staying. A beautiful spot on the beach in a more remote part…

So long, Italy. I’m leaving Italy this morning. I’ve been here for 45 days and it’s been truly fantastic. I had been wanting to come to Italy for a longer trip for several years now. I think the fact that I couldn’t get what I considered a long enough trip in before is why I…

While waiting out the rain before leaving the Basilica of Santa Croce in Florence, I sat outside waiting for it to let up before leaving. I ended up writing a poem while sitting there, so figured I’d post it. First poem I’ve written in a number of years. Cloistered Rain falling heavily on roses. I…

While in a corner of the Piazza Duomo in Florence, I hear a sing song chorus of whistles moving down the street. It’s a nice, melodic, multi-note whistle that is repeated down the street to my right, it makes it sound like it’s moving along the street, or echoing majestically off into the distance. I…