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Category: Little Epiphanies

  • The City and the Flowers

    The City and the Flowers

    Let me read it to you! Premium members have access to the audio version. Not a member yet? Become a member here > I arrived in Buenos Aires 32 years ago this week. Then, as now, it was the run up to Spring. The cool air of Winter was cut by warm shoots of light…

  • The City and the Flowers (premium)

    The City and the Flowers (premium)

    Audio Members, listen here: I arrived in Buenos Aires 32 years ago this week. Then, as now, it was the run up to Spring. The cool air of Winter was cut by warm shoots of light that made walking her streets like pushing through the folds of night and day. Flower sellers hawked little bouquets…

  • Refuge in Other People’s Homes

    Refuge in Other People’s Homes

    Let me read it to you! Premium members have access to the audio version. Not a member yet? Become a member here > Audio Members can listen here > On a street in the neighborhood the other day, a car appeared without wheels, without engine, without windows, without seats. A mere car carcass. Someone had…

  • Refuge in Other People’s Homes (premium)

    Refuge in Other People’s Homes (premium)

    Listen here: On a street in the neighborhood the other day, a car appeared without wheels, without engine, without windows, without seats. A mere car carcass. Someone had bothered to cart it there but its utility – beyond wishful thinking – was hard to see. You had to be really desperate or really imaginative to…

  • Flying on a Broken Wing

    Flying on a Broken Wing

    Today, enjoy the audio version for free! Each week after writing my Little Epiphany, I sit down and record it. The recorded version is a benefit for paying subscribers with an Audio Membership. It’s a happy situation for all involved: they show me their support and in exchange they get an exclusive perk. Today, I…

  • Flying on a Broken Wing (premium)

    Audio Members can listen here: She was a beautiful child born the day the river Shannon overflowedA body of water that could not be containedwas her nameHer beautylike Venuswas more poignantfor a missing wingHer burden was to be born into a world of silence deeply veined by things unsaidShe danced She drank She laughed She…

  • Skipping Beneath the Night Sky

    Skipping Beneath the Night Sky

    Let me read it to you! Premium members have access to the audio version. Not a member yet? Become a member here > She skips down the alley willy-nilly, dodging potholes and puddles. Her footsteps echo between the concrete walls and rolling metal security shutters. In the circle of light cast by a streetlamp, she…

  • Skipping Beneath the Night Sky (premium)

    Skipping Beneath the Night Sky (premium)

    Audio Members, Listen here: She skips down the alley willy-nilly, dodging potholes and puddles. Her footsteps echo between the concrete walls and rolling metal security shutters. In the circle of light cast by a streetlamp, she leaps suddenly into the air and twirls, arms joyously flailing. Her chin is raised up and she smiles to…

  • Dos Negronis at La Biela

    Let me read it to you. Premium members have access to the audio version. Not a member yet? Become a member > I don’t usually leave bars dancing in the streets. But then again, these are not usual times.  Perhaps it was my afternoon ballet class and the glee of my exhausted, pulsing muscles. Perhaps…