Tag: Spain
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Granada: A Poem
How could I have known Down cobbled streets, that When we seek, that That. Which is, without Words How could I have known The beat you would Keep pressing on My life At the long stretch Of every dawn How could I have known, The gauche Moorish ghosts haunting the cathedrals of my heart Blood…
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Violin: A Love Poem to the City of Oranges
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Bohemian nights in Valencia where the gypsies shred violins into the coming dark “Rhythmic swells reverberate trough my lungs. The back streets of Valencia. Back street Europe. Romani enclaves and gypsy parts of town. We’ll sit here in the Plaça de la Virgen with our stiff sangria, smartly bashful in red-faced delerium. For it is Spring…
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To the One Who Never Will
Our story is never-ending. That to say, I will always love you. Aware of this dream state which is my tendency to romanticize the past.
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From the Rooftops of Granada — an excerpt from my manuscript for ‘The Outsider.’ A Confessional Memoir/Novel on Identity, Love, Travel and Revolution in the Arab Spring.
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in Adventure, Art, Author, Authors, backpacker, Backpacking, Blogging, Book Blog, Confession, existentialist, history, In Another Country: Novel, Kansas City, literature, love, memoir, Middle East, NaNoWriMo, nonfiction, novels, poet, Poetry, publishing, Review, rough draft, Spain, The Outsider, Travel, travel writing, travelblog, travelblogger, traveler, writingI mean, it’s not cheating if nothing happens. Oh, but emotions run deep. Which begs the question: What’s worse, an emotional or a physical affair?
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A Triangle Under a Spotlight Sun
“I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. Feel the sun beating over my brow, speckled and damp and her brow wet like honey. The blood rushing and wet like honey. The blood rushing. The beating heart in Kansas City. The honeyed skin, the beating hearts, the beating suns. Wet like honey. A triangle…