The Dog Keeps Coming Back in the Dream…

Late Self-Portrait by Rembrandt The dog, dead for years, keeps coming back in the dream. We look at each other there with the old joy. It was always her gift to bring me into the present— Which sleeps, changes, awakens, dresses, leaves. Happiness and unhappiness differ as a bucket hammered from gold differs from oneContinue reading “The Dog Keeps Coming Back in the Dream…”