Poble Nou
… or what one feels out of a city.
Category Archives: Places
jardin botanique | jardin oblique
The traveler’s injustice makes a city out of what one feels…
Look!
the moon’s been sold
as well, these skies
Rijsttafel
If you travel far enough, and well enough, there is no need for a backward glance.
Crows
Between the hills and the channel, the crows flew into the cornfields as they had two hundred years before.
Declaração de amor
… this language is outside the cube of space
Canción de la soledad
Casi no hay quién pasa por áqui // en el sábado solitario // sábado de las ausencias
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Almost no one passes here // through this Saturday solitude // Saturday of absences
Wildlife News (page two)
The plot thickens! And the butler may have done it, after all…
Earth to earth
I haven’t built a house, or surveyed for a map, or planted a garden. But by listening listening listening I’ve followed the sprite of movement.
Wildlife News
… in the stillness that followed there was a loud humming of wild bees that wouldn’t let the song fade.
The Lights Go Down in the Forest
There was only one thing made a sound like that, and it was death.
fireside stories
There is much to be said of city life — but the less said, the better.