Photo: F Delventhal via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 2.0 overwhelmed by the sights and sounds at jorge chavez airport fast castellano coming from everyone with cumbia in the background machu picchu advertisements everywhere my mind is trying to process...
“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: 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...
