Culion Islands, Philippines For three days the sun sits on us. In this wide place of sparkling waves, wet nylon flags flutter above me, sleeves tied around pillars, and I feel like the heat is pressing me powerless into the crevices of painted wood rocking underneath, the shadow of the narrow roof moving relief brieflyContinue reading “the layer between blues”
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the amaryllises
It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m in Sorrento, sitting in a bar at the edge of a big group, and I’m drawing. I’m drawing like some people smoke – moving my hands to match the movements of my thoughts and my nods. I’m not talking much, because my Italian is tired, and even my English,Continue reading “the amaryllises”
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