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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…
To the One Who Never WillBetween the Sun and Us, Confession, Flash Poetry, In Another Country: Novel, love, memoir, novels, Poetry, publishing, romance, Spain, the writers life, Travel, travel writing, travelblog, travelblogger, traveler, true story, writingadultery, Backpacking, Between the Sun and Us, Confession, creative nonfiction, erotic, flash fiction, Flash Poem, granada, literary agent, literature, love poem, memoir, NaNoWriMo, nanowrimo 2018, nanowrimo2018, national writing month, nonfiction, novelist, Poem, publishing, romance, Spain, travel, travel writer, Writing
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.
The Strait of Gibraltar: Part I
Despite the spell Marrakech cast on me (I fled the city only to return on several occasions) I managed to break away one night on a whim, buying a ticket for the overnight train to Tangiers, only leaving myself 2 hours to prepare. I bid farewell to new friends and set out on foot hoping to…