Two poems
For dr_zero, a poem about language that’s full of puns, or at least double meanings. no hay in españa I have disappeared Swallowed by foreign tongues In my place are moments of femininity and hints of position: below/above; stranger/friend. encantada,...ni un dia sin poesia
So; it was a good day. A day in which the invitation from my Russian cousin was indeed – magically – at the post office when I went to enquire on the offchance, sure I was days too early. A day in which an acquaintance happened to want to...
Encounters in the street
Did I mention it was hot here? Try 34 degrees at 8.30pm… I’ve discovered that being randomly helpful to lost-looking English-speakers is not only good for the karma, it’s often good for the intellect and the pocket. This last lot not only bought me dinner...Protected: Then the very private post…
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