He worries about his mother reciting a list of salad leaves at her apartment door, about the silvering of the hairs at his temple and on his chin, and about the 12,000 green parakeets that shouldn’t be here. ‘What if they ate all the other birds?’ my partner asks me,...
Photo by Charles Rispin / Welly Club, Beverley Rd, Hull / CC BY-SA 2.0 I want to tell the story about the two boys I saw at a Pigeon Detectives concert, stacked together like a totem pole, arms spread wide while the audience milled under them like clumsy, bumbling...
Photo by Petr Kovalenkov / Shutterstock.com Heads entwined, you read Duras’ The Lover while I peered over at the orange-eating, dowdy woman clutching her pearls across from us. Is she still looking at us?, you whispered out the side of your mouth. I nodded, gurning at...
Photo by Deensel, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons The minute he saw the picture of Praza do Comercio, the square acknowledging the sea with elegance worth empires, he felt Lisbon’s call. There was nothing left for him in his own country: work or identity. Like...
The Sacred Way began at the sacred gate in Athens, nineteen kilometers from its destination at the Sanctuary of Eleusis where birth/death initiations were held in honor of the mother goddess Demeter, controller of seasons and grain, and her daughter Persephone; she...
Photo by savas_bozkaya / Shutterstock.com Shining under a spotlight in the Heraklion Museum, the Phaistos Disc glistens in a glass box. A sun, a full moon without a face seems to smile. Tourists stop. Press their noses to the glass, and squint until their eyes widen...
