In Travel Quebec by Train Toronto to Montreal. 5 hours. Sights: Potato chip-rippled lake waters streaked with one narrow coat of sunlight armour. The unruly bed head of fields… Continue Reading →
In Travel Notes from a City I’m sitting at a desk. In a large rented bedroom with a single bed, dresser drawers, and clothing rack. The ancient wood floors squeal… Continue Reading →
In Travel Havana Journal part two There are places you go, you travel, that just graze the skin. You’re there and you see and you enjoy but you’re never really… Continue Reading →
In Travel Havana Journal part one I found a Cuban coin in my purse today. And I wore sandals still coated with Havana’s streets. It’s been a month since I… Continue Reading →
In Travel Kissing Italy I’d like to introduce you to my lover. He’s foreign. His language is thick and rich. I wade through his sweet swamp of words,… Continue Reading →
In Travel Brooklyn bites I have been bitten by Brooklyn. A love bruise has surfaced. Violet, mauve, lilac, crimson. Teeth marks, lip marks, life marks. I am swollen… Continue Reading →
