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...
“Annapolis, Maryland” by m01229 is licensed under CC BY 2.0 For sale at the arts market: golden Coors carved into blue crabs, lavender bundled from beachside gardens, Cheerio-shaped glass pendants—one sweet with the same amber color that black hair makes...
Runner1928 via Wikimedia Commons. License:CC BY-SA 3.0 Photo: Runner1928, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons I have no words for the strangeness I sawthat day in the lake or the monstroussadness it rose in me. What I know is after Iheard the sigh of a splash, two...
Photo: Beyond My Ken, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons 1.Every bodypersists in its stateof rest or somnambulantmotion unless awakenedby a force.Only in the clinch instant, the fluttering lids,the unexpected reversal,a life is jerked awake. 2.At the level of...
