A murmur of wings

A murmur of wings

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

The Sacred Way

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...
The Disc of Phaistos

The Disc of Phaistos

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...
Singapore Changi Airport at 2am

Singapore Changi Airport at 2am

Photo by Tang Yan Song / Shutterstock.com I imagine you back at home, keepingthe iPad tucked by your side, waitingfor the flip to green to show that I’m online. Even thoughI should be sleeping and I know you’ve done the time change calculation and imagined a clock...
What Happened Outside the 2nd Story Window of Mokhovaya Ulitsa 32

What Happened Outside the 2nd Story Window of Mokhovaya Ulitsa 32

4:31 PM-4:36 PM June 5th 2018 Outside my 2nd story window from Mokhovaya Ulitsa 32 in Saint Petersburg, Russia, there is a shawarma bistro, a butcher shop, and a bar called Bukowski’s. No joke. There is a man in a gray suit, a woman in a purple dress. Walking...
Not a Single Joyous Thing to Be Found

Not a Single Joyous Thing to Be Found

Photo by lit3rd / Shutterstock.com If I were an alcoholic in Japan, I would be very good at hiding it. The way I would be very good at hiding everything: my panic attacks, my tattoos, my scars. No one would ever see me cry. Let’s get some vodka, I’d say to my Japanese...