Monthly Archives: September 2013

my lips sweet and moist from purple wine i am staggering past the statues of bacchus and exaggerated monuments of glory. travelling alone, all by myself, but always in good company, my feet sore from walking on the grounds of … Continue reading →

now that you’ve found the road how does it feel? and now that you’ve smelled the oleander trees how does it feel? between those walls of stone and history and the grey leaves of olive groves in the torrid silence … Continue reading →