Month: July 2018

“E poi?” Seems like that’s all I ever say: ‘and then’, ‘and then’ ‘and then.” “Un kilo di sanguine.” Reach and grab. Throw the produce on the scale. Add it up. “E poi?” Take the money. Next. I can do this in my sleep. I do do it in my sleep. So boring. But I … Continue reading And Then

first published in Colere: A Journal of Cultural Exploration, 2016   Babies. Babies. Babies. Everywhere I look, round black eyes peek out of shoulder shawls, like puppies in a backpack, staring at me. Going to the market at Chichicastenango was Peter’s idea. He wanted to photograph the varieties of local dress from around the Mayan … Continue reading Baby Watch

Finally—my turn. “Risotto al radicchio e un’insalata mista.” “Va bene,” Aldo nods. He knows us, what we usually order, what we like. I know what I like. I like Camille. Couldn’t wait to finish family affairs in London. To get back to Rome. To her. To pick up where we left off. I’m dead tired. … Continue reading Getting to Camille