Summer Heart

The curly tendrils of snow peas snatch at each other tentative and desperate, how the heat goes under when day descends into dusk without once looking back chatter of watery French the Quebecois girls snap stems with rough fingers my ears lulled to inclinations within fields of the mind, monologues of black birds with redContinue reading “Summer Heart”

Another year, another homecoming

Back in the land of cheesesteaks, oversized cars, drive-thrus, excessive electronics, cereal aisles… Every time I leave Madrid for native lands it’s as if I’ve stepped into another dimension, as if the excruciating plane ride across the Atlantic were really a reality warp. Finally there are people who speak the language of sarcasm. Who sayContinue reading “Another year, another homecoming”