Monthly Archives: July 2010

you know i cannot swim yet you chose an island and the sea drowns my voice as i call across the waves do the tides relentlessly hide some reply or is there nothing despite the constant crash of white walls … Continue reading →

smoking Lights on a Brooklyn stoop cutting grass on Tisdale Avenue climbing stairs of Frederik Lintsstraat watching Grandma die in hospice visiting the grave of Sylvia Plath becoming an optimistic expat gathering at Weris stones reflecting now on summers past … Continue reading →