By Bethany Walker I. jamais vu Tristan buttoned his wool coat against the rainy London chill, his blonde hair rustling in the wind. He no longer recognized the familiar streets of his childhood, the families that had once occupied the Marylebone flats near where he grew up had long since moved on, and young business … Continue reading Paramnesia
Poems by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
The Sound of Rain How strange and how familiar to hear the sound of rain falling outside my window. It is a good thing, this rain, when it is falling so gently. There are no more leaks in the roof. The sound of rain is soothing. I want to crawl back in bed and sleep … Continue reading Poems by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
