Photo by Alexanderphoto7 / Shutterstock.com The unexpected pounce of heat against my face. The evening sun, not even close to setting, blazes off the water. A regatta at Café Regatta cutting like trim scissors into the silk blue sea, flashes of white at their bows....
Christkindlesmarkt, Nuremburg, Germany Once upon a snow globe afternoonyou weaved between the streetsbeyond the evergreens. The cool melody of December chimed beneath your feetas you threaded your way into the eveningaccompanied by the blossoming-sweet melody of the...
Photo by nbnserge/ Shutterstock.com I’m sitting at a terminal in Charles de Gaulle Airport, wondering about the last time I washed my hands. It’s crowded and no one is making eye contact. I don’t know much about Charles De Gaulle, besides that he was a man in old...
as i descend through the clouds over rakovnik, i see the beautiful city laid out before me like a banquet of setting suns. the iodine lights of ten thousand streetlamps below me like candles, like the sun shining through bullet holes in a vast steel sheet, like a...
There is no message to post home,I do not wish you here. Sea and sky framed in snow and stone.No words scribbled on the margins,I’m tired of explaining, translating every emotion. Unprotected veins of ice,stalactites drip, echo, drip,dissolving cliffs to sand, walls...
Dear Mom, Hi! I keep wanting to call you, but this is easier. I’m writing from Laugarvatn, Iceland. The wind has been shaking my wooden, low-gabled room with its many windows for three non-consecutive days. Yesterday it took a break and let me catch up on sleep. It...
