California Road Trip

“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”― Jack Kerouac, On the Road My trip to California was the last trip I took as a single woman. I... Continue Reading →

Istanbul in my heart

A room in the house, İstanbul in the roomA mirror in the room, İstanbul in the mirrorThe man lit his cigarette, an İstanbul smokeThe woman opened her purse, İstanbul in the purseThe child cast a fishing line, I saw,And he started to draw it, İstanbul on the lineWhat kind of water is this, what kind... Continue Reading →

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