Marrakesh

Marrakesh

The desert sky is on fire and my flight leaves in two hours.  Like so many realizations that come too late to be of use, perhaps this is not the best time for suitcase shopping.  I struggle with the beast’s retractable handle, pushing the button, leaning...
Caballo in my fridge

Caballo in my fridge

There’s a caballo in my fridge. I tired to get away from it.  I wasn’t even going to admit it to anyone, but it’s all I can hear, in the game, on the TV.  Real Madrid is playing Girona.  And the word is like a hammer on glass, a dripping faucet in the...