Photo: Diego Delso, delso.photo, via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 4.0 being a tourist in my homeland is complicated I look like I belong depending of where I am In Lima and Oxapampa I look like a local but quickly give myself away the minute I speak the minute...
rusted signs say: there are dangerous animals! please don’t near. what animals? a far-off building, birds squawk for thawing. a weary panda pushes his head against a tree and we cheer. not far from here, erasure, erasure, forgotten hutong, abandoned malls. the...
Photo: Barcex via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 On the night I turned twenty-one, I was studying abroad in Segovia to conquer Spanish, once and for all, and I was walking back from the Plaza Mayor to my flat, a half-mile away, or a kilometer, whatever that...
Photo: Chris Leipelt via Unsplash He took me to Big Sur by way of Monterey, where we stayed in Carmel-by-the-Sea, tucked away in separate motel rooms because I was unsure of his capacity for control, not that I had any reason to doubt it other than I knew my body and...
Photo: Christian Bolz via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 4.0 I am the ultimate pivoter: my crumbling castle turned wedding studio Come pay to watch me fall apart Once deserted, I am now a nostalgic photoshoot backdrop Trees grow in my carousel but not my walkway...
