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Place, No Passport Needed

The house of my recurring dreams so real yet nowhere I’ve ever beena place to put up my imaginary feeteach night a new set of contextsrelations to be worked out in my lucid jetlagged stateI ask little of this curious placea … Continue reading

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Baudelaire Walks Pandemic Paris

Walking through Paris in the (imagined) aftermath of a pandemic, I had the uncanny feelings of déjà vu, that things had disappeared and been replaced, leaving behind a residue of scented melancholy.  The gap between then and now ignited a … Continue reading

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Madrid: Light, Shade, Goya

Goya, I’m understanding your mystery.I see your country through your emotions.You who said that there is no need for color, only light and shade.  A man crossing a plaza in full sunwill have the crackle of sun around him,the scintillation of … Continue reading

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The Alchemical Saffron Harvest

Years ago I started imagining a saffron harvest, conjuring up the process of hundreds of humans, with their hands, turning fields of flowers into an essence, a spice, dried stigma so concentrated it’s almost like a drug. Time passed.  As … Continue reading

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Jewish Ghetto, Airbnb & other Cafe Stories

It’s an amazing feature of change.  The twisted winding streets, narrow as crooked fingers, are now lit with happening cafes, cold brew, bars serving Aperol spritz.  The old Jewish ghettos, once places of shame and confinement, are where you’ll find … Continue reading

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Why Palermo

Why Palermo, a friend asked when I was making plans.  To gather the last strands of summer sun, like harvesters with a basket, I said, or something such.  Everything sings in the sun.  Instead, there has been some sun and … Continue reading

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The History of Palermo in Eggplant and Gold Mosaic

You could write the history of Palermo in gold mosaic, in eggplant and raisins, in 14th century palaces whose doors stand alongside a tangle of rubble, of blood.  You could stand looking at scooters wheeling down a medieval alleyway and … Continue reading

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It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane…Travel Again

Stop doing something, then start again to incur wonder. I.e., travel! You give your suitcase to strangers and pick it up on a Mediterranean island? You fly in the belly of a mechanical bird? Suddenly you’re above the clouds where … Continue reading

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In the Beginning, the Slug

In the Beginning, the Slug From confusion and darkness over the deep, this — divine days of early fall, glitter of high blue, lush watered grass.  Something shimmers, the length of a necklace,  flecks of silver, of pink, of blue … Continue reading

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With barely a whisper, the cicadas

With barely a whisper the cicadasbid adieu and disappear  last week, we were drowning in tomatoesfringing with scissors the basilstirred by their rising symphony like rowdy children they were heard but not seenthe electric body, the buzz on the ear’s horizon … Continue reading

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