John J. ParmanA library as a life’s companionA recent conversation with two friends, touching on how our personal libraries figure in our respective lives, led me to think about mine…Jul 3Jul 3
John J. ParmanBrixtonIs this what the angel promised me? she asked herself. How odd it was a girl, almost a changeling, light skinned and flaxen — where did…Jun 18Jun 18
John J. ParmanThe mothLet me accept it was you as I immediately thought then as you nestled, hand with a small crevice, evenMay 20May 20
John J. ParmanSpring ViewSo many emperors in our midst. It warms and then a fog rolls in. Will it lift when my artist friend draws her crowd at bay’s edge?May 12May 12