I seek out the street that shares your name amble behind the bull ring alongside the Guadalquivir across the Puente de Isabella II past the restaurant where we ate poorly-fried tapas when we weren’t hungry.
Archive for the ‘Existential’ Category
And if I found you?
Posted in impermanence, Love, Poetry, Spain, Writing on December 2, 2019 | 1 Comment »
I was set to write about you, Love
Posted in Existential, Guanajuato, Guanajuato, Love, Poetry, Writing on November 7, 2019 | 3 Comments »
I was set to write about you, Love – packed the computer, cord, notebook scarf and jacket for the late afternoon winds I now expect housekey that remained only once while I explored for hours headphones for the rare treat of music centuries newer than stone streets laid in 1554 the address for La Erre […]
Nameless
Posted in Existential, Guanajuato, impermanence, Isolation/Belonging on October 28, 2019 | 1 Comment »
Every morning I ascend the spiral stairs, coffee cup in left hand, right hand on the railing, counting each step slowly, mindfully – to greet the morning and the town from the rooftop terrace, chat out loud, in Spanish, to the neighboring dogs neurotic in their too-small rooftop spaces, gaze back and forth across the […]
Knowing it’s the End
Posted in Death/Loss/Grief, Existential, Fear, Hebrew School, Mortality, The Shoah on February 2, 2018 | Leave a Comment »
On January 13, 2018, an employee of the Hawaiian Emergency Management Agency issued a ballistic missile alert. Thirty eight minutes later, a second message was sent, describing it as a “false alarm.” Here’s a modern day math problem: After launch, a missile travels 4600 miles. At an average speed of 306.67 miles per hour, […]
The Fortune Teller
Posted in Birds, Existential, Travel, Writing on January 26, 2018 | Leave a Comment »
I placed two octagonal centavos in the vendedor callejero’s weathered brown hand. He opened the door of the two-tiered cage underneath an intricately carved wooden castle to release the light yellow canary. It hopped onto the embroidered Mayan cloth toward a box overfull with colored slips of paper folded and numbered packed like tea bags […]