glimpses of beauty so rare they seem imagined the white tip on the shark’s tail sashaying past the rocks the glassy eye of the scorpionfish peering through its camouflage the spotted wings of the baby-faced eagle rays blending into the… Read more ›
They drift across the city like clouds reflected in a lake. You come upon them when you least expect to, wedged in the evening crowds of spiked hair and leather pants, asleep on benches by the Opera or makeshift mattresses… Read more ›
Sans aucune doute, it was cousin Jacques the poet in the family. He lived near Domrémy where Jeanne first had her visions. Jacques’ visions were of a different kind, inspired by Verlaine, Rimbaud, shellac and bad hashish. He faithfully recorded… Read more ›
In the dim blue near dawn I build a cairn of small flat stones, the kind we used to skim across the lake, watching the ripples pulse against the shore. There is no water here, only the parched glyphs… Read more ›
Manuelito, Manuelito, you love the ladies and they love you too no hay nada they wouldn’t do like the pretty girls who slither down the poles like snakes at Angelita’s, come over to your table, rub their breasts against your… Read more ›
Yungay This is not Pompeii where the dead are on display like plaster sculptures, their last horrific gestures frozen for the ages while the guide drones on with scholarly precision. This is more recent, more frightening, more real, an entire… Read more ›
O to be in Tehran at Nowruz and watch your dark, seductive eyes catch sparks from the red flames. You chase away the mangy jube dogs sniffing at the gutters and leap like a doe through the fires raging in… Read more ›
You can taste the sea-salt in the air as you follow the old man and his donkey into the olive groves. From his woven sack he conjures up a feast fit for the Grecian gods of ouzo and retsina, pita… Read more ›
The river welcomes us with soothing songs it sings the whole night long. We balance like high-wire artists on a mossy log and reach the other side. We’ve got here just in time before the forest closes up with… Read more ›
Come with me gliding like a great pelagic through coral seas of emerald green and Prussian blue. You’ve sprouted wings, the current nudges you along like a mother’s hand, time stops, you hear nothing but your own breath rising in… Read more ›