Apr 1, 2023 | Non-Fiction, Travel |
They prefer to ride kneeling, especially if they mean to gallop. It is an extraordinary feat of balance, for riding a galloping camel, especially over rough ground, is like sitting on a bucking horse. A Bedu usually carries his rifle slung under his arm and parallel...
Jan 30, 2021 | Fiction, Short Stories
There is a Madonna at the bottom of the crystalline waters off the coast of Lampedusa, Italy, standing guard near a gap where two rocks curve in an unfinished embrace. Dead leaves and fish float above her like drifting feathers, shimmering in the swatch of sunlight...
Jun 17, 2012 | Non-Fiction |
I realize that my mouth is soaked and the tape is no longer firmly attached. I blow, and to my surprise, the left half of the tape flaps away. I can speak if I want to speak. ‘Excuse me,’ I say. My voice is soft, much too quiet. There is no indication he hears me....
