to john : august impressions
A love letter of sorts, in brief impressions and colors
so long, iceland
Lake Mývatn, Hverir, the Blue Lagoon, and Reykjavik
akureyri
Northern Lights
the golden circle
We're on a redeye to Reykjavik with Ronnie and Lisa, one of my many adopted aunts and uncles. The flight was cramped, uncomfortable, sleepless, but taking off from Newark was like falling into the arms of an old friend.
the submarine
Deep underground in a pit filled with developer and fixer, Jana and I found each other.
home and other iterations
Every morning, I climb into the mute woman's bosom and she carries me in her bloodstream, veins spiderwebbing across the city. A lifegiving force over a century-old, still steady and strong. Anonymous infinities collide against each other in the rapidly flowing current.
pescara and gran sasso
pays basque
My sojourn in the south of France was in the heart of Pays Basque or Basque Country, a region spanning across France and Spain where the Basque people live.
biarritz: the beginning
I've been in Biarritz, a picturesque little beach town in the south of France, for the past two weeks. The houses here all have orange roofs and colorful shutters in blue, red, orange set against their white walls. I spend a lot of time on the beaches, which are crawling with surfers in search of waves and tourists hungry for a final taste of summer.
emma
the prufrock project
Let us go then, you and I / When the evening is spread out against the sky / Like a patient etherized on upon a table
forget-me-nots and elephant graveyards
Eliza