Once, sitting on an U-Bahn train painted brown as it hurtled through a faraway city’s underground arteries, a young man told me he would never truly leave that adopted German city of his. In the weeks and months following, having returned to my own adopted city, I thought of that moment often and came to […]
Archives for July 2012
Our front gate at dusk / here there are endless fields of sunflowers which make the knees buckle / bicycle ride besides the marshes in the National Park (did I mention we live five minutes removed? it’s sublime!) / camper and counsellor paintings on the theme of ‘what makes me happy’ (spot Regensburg!) / my radiant room-mate and wonderful […]
– …summed up in two photographs. These girls were the happiest little campers and made me smile approximately every five seconds. I’m off to accompany a group of thirty raucous pre-teens swimming so I’ll see you on the flip side!
This is the Night Mail crossing the border, Bringing the cheque and the postal order, Letters for the rich, letters for the poor, The shop at the corner and the girl next door. Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb: The gradient’s against her, but she’s on time. Past cotton-grass and moorland boulder Shovelling white steam […]