A baker in the square
Where nothing stirs but a pigeon
Dordrecht
April 17, 2013
Dispatches
All posts tagged: The Netherlands
A Not-so-Failure in 2 Parts
February 20, 2013
Dispatches
excerpt from the ongoing Failures Diary
i go to pick up my kid
at his crèche
that’s a fancy european word
for daycare
Zijnstra Inc.
November 1, 2011
Issue 02, Issue 02 Poetry, Poetry, Translation
Translated by JACQUELYN POPE
In love everything is possible. You doggedly
paper a tree with roses
and say: this was the place
and everyone who passes should
Agendas
May 25, 2011
Dispatches
wind over ears we sped along on steel-framed bikes
tracing the profile of the coast
cold north water pulled down warming spring air
and met at the narrow list of pavement we rode on
built up from sea level raised to a peak like a striped mound in a plowed field
The Balkan
May 18, 2011
Dispatches
The Balkan in my neighborhood, I give him small amounts of money a few
times a week, it’s not what you think. A lot of people do this. About his wife,
he tells me he has none. My daughter, he sees her smile a flash flood,
always gives her a cookie. His word is börek, translates as ‘savory pastry’
pronounced “boo-wreck”. For this I gladly give him money. Spinach and feta.
Bigger than your hand, hot from the oven. With meat or cheese, pasta layers,
flaky dough. He works 6 days a week. He was taking a nap in the park a few
years ago, we were there eating homemade sticky cake. I offer him some, he
rigorously declines. Does he recognise me? Was it inappropriate?
Extracts from the Ridiculous American: A Just Plain Strange One-Sided Correspondence
April 27, 2011
Dispatches
AMSTERDAM
October 21, 1998
Dear Diary,
My 39th birthday was spent in the airport, but walking down Herengracht I thought, “Happy Birthday.” Not too excited being here. Looks like just another New York City to me. Of course, it’s dark. We’ll see what daylight brings.
