Content 12+ There are things in life we cannot control, forces that shape us long before we have words to resist them. The movement of the stars, the turn of the seasons, the hands of time pressing onward. Politics shifts, economies rise and crumble, leaders come and go, wars ignite and extinguish, yet the world, indifferent and ancient, continues in its rhythm. The tides do not ask our permission, and … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ I remember working in a pub in Crawley, near Gatwick airport in London. Many years ago. I was by then probably in my early 30s. Yet, as they say, ‘everybody gets old, but you can stay immature forever.’ That would have been me back then.
I had lived in Bath during the 1970s, returned to the US to do a Master’s degree … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
REMEMBRANCE by Rainer Rilke
And you wait, keep waiting for that one thing
which would infinitely enrich your life:
the powerful, the unique and uncommon,
the awakening of sleeping stones —
depths that would reveal you to yourself.
In the dusk you notice the book shelves
with their volumes in brown and gold;
and you think of places where you traveled,
of paintings, and shimmering gowns… Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ The gray days turn now to early darkness – light-swallowing afternoons that have me leaving the apartment with my dogs when it is still daylight and returning 30 minutes later to sudden winds and the pitch black of precocious night. These afternoons end quicker than friendships when talking about places like Russia and Ukraine, Israel and Palestine. Believe me, I know.
In the morning, … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ Imagine two winged thing-a-me’s shaped sort of like boomerangs, with each coming to a sharp point on its end. They are flying toward each other through the nothingness of space. Maybe they look something like this: <; then <; then <. Here, according to Wikipedia, is what a ‘vector’ looks like: 
except that, as you can see, my ‘vectors’ are on a collision course. … Read the rest
