a path...

                          opened itself up to trees

from everything that had been absent

            the foreboding silence of a canopy

                              and winding trails that I never know

     where they lead

                          what is beyond

                                          the denseness? 


© Cynthia Via

Journal: The first months during quarantine 

March 28 I’m home now trying to recollect my walks at night in Long Island. The first walk was on Tuesday of last week. Before watching the film, Burning, we go outside just before sunset. I was tired of…

Thoughts on translating two short stories

When picking these short story excerpts, I expected a somewhat easy translation, but both stories posed challenges. Half way through it, I thought about how boring the process would be without tackling these difficult areas. When I was searching…