Photo: Wgreaves, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons Nani and I do the tourist thing: drinkwith Beat ghosts at Vesuvio bar, glancelovingly at one of many book-loverMeccas, and try to read in the loudand dark but for noise-cancelling airpodsand weak, weak window...
Photo: Mahendra, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Red, yellow, blue — houses by the edge of the northern seaI flip through my notes from ages agoships, mast to mastcourtyards with stairs and lanternsclay noses in a sculpture museumDegas, with his fondness for plump...
Photo: Jimmy Baikovicius, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons I am trying to be a flyon the wall of this city —attracted to light but stayingin shadow. I speakwhen I need to, in Spanish,speak Spanish and sayI’ve only spoken spanishtoday. I read Nerudaon the bus and...
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 ...
