Of Course, I Remember: I Always Will.

This is also one of my earliest song memories. I was four and we (my mom, my dad, and my aunt Vinni) were driving along the motorway to the airport for my first holiday abroad, to Salou and Barcelona.I remember hearing this song in my head throughout the trip; my memories of it are beautifully… Continue reading Of Course, I Remember: I Always Will.

Sparkling Twilight.

(Sunday, the 3rd of June, 2018, Somewhere between 22:00 and 22:20.) I step out onto the porch and the air, once more, wears the tantalising aroma of coriander. I suspect this perfume- herbal, citrus, reviving- stems from some foliage in the neighbours' front garden arrangement, But its root, like this spirit-dipped Summer evening breeze Swirls… Continue reading Sparkling Twilight.

Excerpt: ‘Autumn 2017- So Far, The Missing Season.’

A continuation of my previous post. I would like to share an extract from a recent piece I wrote which, although complete in its mood, doesn't feel together in the way intended, due to the current seasonal disconnect. I like this stanza- enjoy. I am caught in a strange half-season, neither Summer nor Fall: Not… Continue reading Excerpt: ‘Autumn 2017- So Far, The Missing Season.’

Earth, Awakened (I)- Día

Reconnecting: A Diary.

I haven't blogged in over a month. As much as I hate using certain incarnations of that word, namely as a verb, an adjective or a noun, reasons for which involve the very digital, online-World-terminology nature of it making me squirm, not to mention the seemingly standardised, shared personality evoked of those who refer to… Continue reading Reconnecting: A Diary.

Thoughts On The Day Of The Harvest Moon.

10:46 - Autumn this year is creeping in as somewhat of an extension of the Summer- not dramatic in its arrival, but recognisable in the way that only Autumn can be. As I sit here musing over my unwittingly transitional brunch plate of avocado, dappled with a yoghurt and mint dressing, some rounds of beetroot, small… Continue reading Thoughts On The Day Of The Harvest Moon.

Empyrean Exaltation

I cannot get over how beautiful the sky is today. Delectable gradients of quenching blues muddled with swirling, mottled whites and silvers of cloud, craning your neck to topsy-turvy worlds. Is it sky, is it sea? The Universe reflected in mirror images of Earth, vacating your physical self and bathing in brilliance, a crystal ball… Continue reading Empyrean Exaltation