This “poem” is really a reflection on a memory. It was September 12 of my first autumn in Novosibirsk, and it was the first truly cold, autumn-like day in what had been a strangely long summer. To escape the chill, I walked into my favorite bookstore (Kapital or КапиталЪ, unfortunately also the most expensive) and … Read more…
In October 2015, while living and teaching abroad in Siberia, I had an extraordinary dream. I was attending Mass in a large hall with both Russian Orthodox and Roman Catholic believers. During the Mass, I was talking to the Orthodox about the differences between Orthodoxy and Catholicism, when suddenly I realized that while talking I had missed … Read more…
Two weeks ago today, I arrived in the USA after a year and a half in Novosibirsk, Russia. While it was a relief to arrive after such a long trip (a 4-hour flight to Moscow, followed by a layover and a 9-hour flight to New York), I carried a sadness I didn’t know what to do … Read more…
Well, now autumn has come to Novosibirsk … which means it’s time for poetry again. For whatever reasons, I can’t bring myself to write poetry in the summer. Prose, fine. But the moment I try to sketch out a poem, it usually putters out like an old car running on fumes. Maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s … Read more…
Only a few words with this one. Tonight, after a (stirring!) concert of German and Austrian choral music, I stepped out of the cathedral to see a breathtaking sky-on-fire. How perfect for Pentecost. Here are a few of the photos I took while walking home through downtown Novosibirsk: This is the view that greeted me … Read more…