The languorous nights of summer are already a distant memory. The chilly mornings tug at us like an insistent suitor begging for a dance You’ve known the bitterness of love gone stale, the plague of war, the awful trembling… Read more ›
The Elbe bore away their ashes and scoured clean the streets, the red earth by the fortress soaked up their blood, and they were gone, murdered, starved, deported, remembered only by the tidy baroque buildings groaning beneath their weight, the… Read more ›
From our Hobbit housenestled betweenorchids and canna lillieswith a garden of bromeliadssprouting from its roof,you can hear the ghostly howlsof the monkeysthe bereft cries of the owlsthe electric trilling of the birdsthe honking of pink-tongued geeseas they strut up and… Read more ›
I’m writing from la finca where Frederico offers us another shot of Johnny Walker red manana, he says, you never know, you may be sick or dead you see those vultures watching from the trees they’re waiting the soup is almost… Read more ›
It seems like yesterday I was dining chez Heshme on a pigeon a student had brought in payment for his lessons served up in a piquant sauce on a bed of steaming couscous with the sheeps balls Heshme said would… Read more ›
you were a child of the East not yet nineteen hunched over your sitar playing ragas for me in your bedroom your feet tucked under the green sari you always wore your long braid tossed back over your shoulder … Read more ›
your toothbrush next to mine encased in red plastic lest I mistake it for my own our sweaters hanging like old friends on the same peg our jeans and socks comingled on the floor our limbs enlaced like branches molded… Read more ›
We haven’t had an easy time of it but our troubles are now vanished like an insubstantial dream. We wed as players in a Shakespearean romance. Caliban sits caged no longer able to wreak havoc on our temporal isle. A… Read more ›
On Rama Cay the breadfruit hangs so low you can pluck it from the porches of the hodge-podge houses planted on their pilings like egrets wading in the sea, strung up with lines of laundry like a loaded Christmas tree.… Read more ›