Idling
It’s quarter to midnight for the cigarette I burn and pure dawn of a psychedelic, Sunday-like Tuesday unfolding on empty scaffolds around half-buildings downtown for which construction is suspended …
Arrivals
I met Justine on Tinder when I was in Nice. It didn’t take us long to work out a date, and when we met, I knew we were going to…
Devolution Review Interview: Dejan Tiago Stankovic
I suppose that when writing interviews, it’s customary to begin with a terse biographical introduction of your guest; who they are and where they come from sort of thing. I’m…
Khachapuri and Rave
I have no idea who the people next to me are. I can’t see anything but the outline of humans. I can smell them. The dancing heap of dissolute egos.…
The fantastic journey: A review of Bruno Schulz
I stow my suitcase atop a wardrobe when I’m not travelling. No matter where or how long I’ve travelled, I always return it to the same place. There’s no rigorous…
The Good People
Both the spring and I arrived quietly to Rua dos Fanqueiros of Lisbon’s Baixa Chiado. We brimmed over the cusp of the midnight that delineated us from winter’s end. The…
Dancing Feet
Cable cars on tram lines on my morning commute. Bicycles in the sky in perpetual revolutions and cycles going nowhere when I daydream. Stranded boats on highway lanes and paddles…
Dotage
The sun sets on the horizon, tickling the sea before an apricot spread in the sky. The boats undulate with the waves, rocking in the harbour, and Hanna watches the…
The Frozen Sea Within
She is leaving me. Her warmth, her love, her kindness have already left. In the nights I drift further away from familiarity. Slumbers take me into new unknowns, the days…
The Silent Mistress of Time
I’ve been a witness to a terrible secret kept by one of Warsaw’s few ascendants to the dreary socialist blocks that hang about the streets today. She, stubbornly, still stands…