Damascus — They were in a cardboard box in my mothers basement, thrown together with a rubble of things that once had held meaning to me but now seemed irrelevant: various books and articles I’d saved from my days at the university, an ugly wooden mask that a friend bought me from some tourist trap in Tanzania, a red Chinese jewellery box with little trinkets in, a small brick (?) and a poster of arabic call...
Toronto — I am a long way from home, went online to see how England had done in the European Cup game and learnt the terrible news of the attack on Jo Cox MP then, minutes later, her death. This photo taken ye...
Madison — I dreamed you were in Argentina. Returned for some reason I can’t recall, undoubtedly not related to me or us. But in my mind, it was an opening. This, despite a complete lack of overtures. You, stil...
A letter of heartfelt concern to my best friend.
This isn't so bad, he thought. It could be worse.
Grow up & get over it
The person that I lost made me my best and my worst. The kind of romance reserved for Sunday TV Specials. It was temporary, as all best things are
I dreamed you were in Argentina