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Jimmy scoffed, and kept pummeling me with his story...
Umber Geordie
[An excerpt from my memoir: The Parts that Felt Like Me - a Pilgrimoire (working title)] " This was 2010, when I’d met and stayed with Paul in the harbor town of Leith, Edinburgh. It had been a yummy holiday, and Paul had to get back to the business of weekend visitation of his children. Paul and I took… Continue reading Umber Geordie
Great Love Affairs
Now that my heart is, at last, broken, I can tell you about him. On rainy days, I would think about my lover, and there was nothing but flight in my heart. I could conjure up the image, and I would begin to feel that I had life in my veins. I could think straight,… Continue reading Great Love Affairs
Mapping a Memory
THE MAP AND THE TERRITORY Luckily, the Google people are about finished roaming every passable thoroughfare in the western world. By its industry, I’ve roamed such disparate lands as Belgian woodland (rumored to contain abandoned cars from WWII), Chinese riverbanks (until the roads ran out), French sea coast towns (where I’ll live someday), and what… Continue reading Mapping a Memory
Of a Morning in Scotland
What it felt like to wake up of a morning and remember I was in Scotland (1998, 2001, 2005, 2010, 2011) I would ascend from a dream of notable strangeness, dimly recalling that waking would take place soon. I’d vaguely recall the bed, the room, the light creeping in, and then a -pop!- in my… Continue reading Of a Morning in Scotland
Perfume – an exerpt from “Confessions of a Travel Snob”
I have always been a seeker of the perfect scent. Problem is, I have a negative sensitivity to smells; some perfumes even give me an instant, splitting migraine. And I’m quite talented at spotting a smell a mile away, and oftentimes even identifying it correctly. One year, I had gone to Nantucket with a boyfriend,… Continue reading Perfume – an exerpt from “Confessions of a Travel Snob”
Not Yet Tasted
To My Love/Yet to Be Tasted This street—ours—gray, blockaded with scaffold, It is our street today. Out the close bistro window white candle, pewter stand, sandy joug of water Edinburgh—ours to visit and to possess concurrent Life and candle together Juliet balcony and chimney pot International needs, wants, clashing Crashing as waves against seagull trying… Continue reading Not Yet Tasted
