San Carlos


San Carlos is a dog rousing itself from the paving stones to comb the streets for food, a kingfisher swooping down on its glittering prey, a woman singing to herself as she sweeps the sidewalk clean.   Last night’s throbbing Read more ›

La Luna del Rio


At La Luna del Rio the river rushes past the wooden balconies like a frothy sea, swirling in eddies around the bobbing canoes as if it were going to engulf the entire town, to sweep away the pilings and flood Read more ›

At the Hammam


the apartment by the tracks that I rented from the dwarf contained no shower just a bucket of water hanging in the courtyard heated only by the sun so on cloudy days I frequented the hammam where wiry cross-eyed Hamid Read more ›



the higher you climb the more the summit seems to recede like an unobtainable dream in the end you’re scrambling over bare rock at times skirting a granite wall on a narrow ledge searching for handholds at others hoisting your Read more ›

White Storks


They came in mid-autumn, sailing across the stark brown hills like white ghost-ships and settling on the tiled roofs of the villas by the school   To the muezzin’s deep dismay, they built a nest atop the minaret and when Read more ›