“…while on the village descends the scented night.”Haroldo Conti, “Perfumada noche” Day dreaming about the bar of my […]
Category Archive: essay[s]
My Bowie was an underground Bowie—quite literally. I was pretty sheltered from any sort of popular music for […]
This is a series of photographs taken of riverboat restaurants on the Dubai Creek on a sweltering Friday in […]
I The flat was all windows, with the streets below like a black moat glittering with lights and […]
This is what happened that one night the first summer we were together. We were in the bedroom […]
Our narrator is nameless, perhaps because he is an everyman, but more than likely, it is because names […]
“Everywhere in the world, events flow noisily on the surface, while their deep currents pull silently, but nowhere […]
I met a fellow French poet a few nights ago, and we quickly fell into sharing our horror […]
Finally! Multi-national sports equipment manufacturer Reebok has confirmed what I suspected all along: Northern Ireland doesn’t exist. Don’t […]
I recall that Susana once objected to the use of the phrase “fat cats” for big businessmen, because her love of cats prevented her from accepting any negative feline references, but I put my foot down and it stuck.
