There are four official paths from the road (where the bus stops are) to where I live in the village. This is my favourite path. An inconspicuous opening along the roadside pavement leads down a few steps to a little concrete footpath. On the right is a stretch of wire mesh barely fencing in a … More On My Way Home
My father used to be a sailor. That was before he worked in his family’s factory, before he became an optometrist, and before he became a pastor (story, perhaps, for another time). He served two terms as a seaman in oil tankers in the late 60s/early 70s, making long voyages from Hong Kong to the … More Travel Series: Royal Yacht Britannia, Edinburgh
Michael Longley, “Leaving Inishmore” From No Continuing City (1968) Rain and sunlight and the boat between them Shifted whole hillsides through the afternoon – Quiet variations on an urgent theme Reminding me now that we left too soon The island awash in wave and anthem. Miles from the brimming enclave of the bay I hear again the … More To Inis Mor
Pomelo and Chicken Salad 120g Chicken 3 tbsp soy sauce 1 tsp sugar 2 tsp honey ¼ onion finely sliced 2 garlic cloves finely chopped 2 slices of ginger juice of a half a lime 1 tsp fish sauce chopped chilies or chili flakes (optional and to taste) 2 tsp sugar pinch of salt ½ … More Pomelo
from Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities. Trading Cities – 4 In Ersilia, to establish the relationships that sustain the city’s life, the inhabitants stretch strings from the corners of the houses, white or black or black or gray or black-and-white according to whether they mark a relationship of blood, of trade, authority, agency. When the strings … More City of Threads
“Please include a biography of no longer than 100 words.”
The worst 10-word sentence in the world. Maybe aside from “The person on the line knows you’re waiting. Please hold.” … More The Trouble with Biographies
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