What is it then between us?
What is the count of the scores
or hundreds of years between us?

•••

Whatever it is, it avails not—
distance avails not, and place avails not.

•••

From “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry” in Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass (1855).

 

I’m sorry from
deeper part of my heart.

 Russian barista after over-pouring coffee

Straight hair happened over the weekend and it’s strange how much it made me feel like an old friend‚ a layer of myself, someone I’d recalled from years ago—

  

  

After taking myself on a date to eat one of Brooklyn’s finest cheeseburgers—
photo booth at Hanson Dry, Clinton Hill, Brooklyn.

Over the moon for my new niece Charlotte James, born 28 September to my sister Heidi and brother-in-law Paul. Holding her at three days old was one of the best moments I could imagine.