admin @ December 8, 2008 # No Comment Yet
James Joyce said Zurich was so clean you could eat off the streets but he must never have walked up its alleys. It is a city for trams not tramps and after the three-kilometre walk uphill to the zoo and his grave I am sweating despite the cold. Crossing roads I get trapped on tram […]
admin @ October 20, 2008 # No Comment Yet
Praise to god left tangled in the trees above me by the whisper of a breeze choking in the maples. It deposits in the branches the distant hymns of a pentecostal choir at practice. With the light failing I watch the bats hunt, whipping through the air in crabby whirls. The brown-bellied squeakers stay close to […]
admin @ October 15, 2008 # One Comment
There is a dog for each house in the village. Mostly grey-muzzled veterans of guardianship lying on long chains outside barns or near chicken coups. On hot days they growl low in their throats when I pass, the heat too great to make a scene. But more days come now where the fog hangs on […]
admin @ October 8, 2008 # No Comment Yet
The Ecuadorians are going on holidays. He is a short and compact man with a low giggle that curls up into a sigh and a face well cultivated for his broad moustache. She is leathery and alert, with a pair of glittering white runners. They are happy to be on their way to the Canaries […]
admin @ September 15, 2008 # No Comment Yet
The fish was swirling in the shallows of the lake shore. His dark shadow drifting slowly through the water. The nudists were lounging in the nearby shade of the woods. Their pallid arses bathed in light.
It was a bream. He was about four pounds in weight and and his dorsal fin protruded from the water […]