My Father’s Nine Lives

    Never before has an attempted suicide led to an obsession with life. As Alexander, the 13-year-old, waited at home whilst his comatose father was driven to hospital, he wondered what made his happy father turn on himself. A traitor to himself and us, a deserter, and deserters deserve to be – no, that…

Before Emigration

      September 1964, a week before Independence     The summer was bright over the rocks and the sea. A seagull dived into the water. A young boy watched it and thought of German bombers diving over ships and cities during the war. He was young and he wanted to jump into the…

Books of Hope

After the death of Anthony Bourdain I’ve been hearing the word ‘suicide contagion’ being bandied around as if it were a Meme or a Gif. I don’t like the sound of it, no one does. Yet despite its shallow nature t does bring up some deep questions about human nature.   In the late 18th…

On the Death of Anthony Bourdain

“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.”  …

Never Forget Hope

  Zeus was an old man. Still a god but not the indestructible lord everyone on Olympus and on earth thought he was. It happened all of a sudden. Last year, as he travelled to one of his temples in Sicily, Zeus passed out. His son, Apollo, the god of music, truth and most importantly,…

The Wayfaring Diaries – A Sample

“Here it is my friend, Argentina’s national drink, Fernet con Coca, 2 parts Fernet to 1 part Coke. Salud.” We drank the Fernets on the balcony and from the corner of my eye I kept my gaze pinned on the woman across the street. But she wasn’t looking at us anymore. She was watching television….

Waters of Memory

  Waters of Memory   In the fields that spread before us Lies shyly hidden the waters of Mnemosyne.   Like lovers reunited after ash-cloud wars We set off journeying to the waters.   Through titanic clouds and spikenard winds We travel the fields of manifold lives.   When we arrive we will let lay…

Dreams of a Wayfarer

    I Walk in the Shadows   I walk in the shadows And the shadows follow. The moon lights the sand ablaze And I feel the life of dying days. As the lyre of Orpheus conquered hell So the shadows revolt against midnight’s swell, I take sides then change again Swaying like air between…

Beauty and Impermanence

  He first noticed the girl the day after her mother died in a car crash. It was such a perfect day. One of the first days of spring that fills the sky with screaming brightness. How such a tragedy could happen on such a divine day was a mystery that hung heavy in the…

The Games Time Plays

  A game of chess played under a Maltese cherry blossom. The spring was new and Sofia was young. Her father was a fluent chess player in his day and now he was passing on his un-fulfilled potential to Sofia. “Did you know, Sofia, that if you put one grain of rice on the first…