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 ›

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 ›

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 ›

from time to time she appears to me staring through the window of our battered Renault in the same kerchief patterned with red roses she wore four decades ago hugging the same puny dog scarred by patches of mange she… 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 ›

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 ›