“What could go wrong?”my friend asksas we enter the ruined grounds. As if in reply,a sign on the wallwarns of falling bricks. Broken glass and syringeslive in the tall grass, and sheis in mini shorts and go-go boots. The distant front gatereflects blue and red...
Photo: Jimmy Baikovicius via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 2.0 The vortex map says that the branches of the junipers growing near the four sources have an axial twist,and my husband and I wonder why we’ve never really felt any of the ...
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...
