When I was a child, we lived in countries that had power-cuts, hurricanes, floods, droughts and earthquakes. Where schools in Europe had fire drills, we had earthquake drills. What were we taught to do? Drop off our chairs and sit under our desks with our hands over our heads. At home, my mother practiced something […]
moreI had somehow forgotten all about the men who walk down three-lane city streets during rush hour in only their swimming trunks. They stop for a fresh juice at a corner store. I had forgotten there’s much more of them than there are thong-bikini wearing females. It seems the women only undress on the beach.I […]
moreEverytime I see an organ, I think of my Hammond. I say “my Hammond” but I actually don’t have one. Once upon a time I did. It was never in my possession, but it was mine. My grandpa – the first of all grandparents to have died, and the one I have least memories of […]
moreDownload 22 Act I, scene 8 – Aria_ _Mentre Dormi, Amor Fomenti_ (Larghetto)
moreHere’s what’s so great about sharing office space with other creatives: I come in this morning (looking like crap, by the way, as I’ve been working hard and ignoring multiple flues, in the very least of the Mexican kind) and a graphic designer asks how I’m doing. I tell her things are looking good, because […]
moreLacrimosa means weeping. When sung by a choir to music written by Mozart, you do not need to know what it means. You understand. If someone were to ask me what I would dream to one day achieve with writing, it would be exactly that. To reccreate music in words that can be read and […]
moreSee, with children you never can tell. You can skip and jump while announcing “we’re going to the zoo today, hurraaaay!” and your 3-year-old will scowl at you. “I don’t want to go to the zoo.” But yesterday you said..? Never mind. So you try your best to be happy about baking yet another set […]
moreI visit a home. A man aged approximately 65 opens the door. His face is flustered, red. His hair is thinning. He wears glasses, a blazer and casual slacks. He has taken care of himself. At least of his appearance. As I step into his house, the smell of cat-urine overwhelms me. I breathe through […]
moreA woman asks me for help. She has nothing, I have everything. Therefore I say ‘yes’ to whatever she asks. I once told her, “please Laeticia, I’m listening and we can talk about this. So please stop whimpering. You know what? Try to see it like a business deal, okay?”“Okay.” She tries. Sometimes her voice […]
more“I cant give you what you’re looking for,” he says. She asks, “what do you think I’m looking for?”He says, “Africa.” She smiles, “you are so wrong.”They sit facing each other, their legs straddled. There are times when she shakes him to the core. His confusion speaks to her through his eyes while the words […]
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