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“These poems have an impressive simplicity of style devoid of archaic and artificial diction. The chief interest of these poems is the employment of imagery with extraordinary effectiveness.“ Today, this…

The Perch In Belem

I spent about 30 minutes perched on this thing, and not because my feet couldn’t touch the ground and I couldn’t pop off with any kind of grace. Rather, because…

The Birds

She was on her balcony with a full bag of rice, which she eventually emptied out entirely onto the ground. There were around 100 pigeons in her corner. If I…

The Harassment

It stopped raining in Albufeira, which means I must have been leaving. I took my last coffee to the beach and said goodbye before somehow making my way to the…

The Caves

That’s one of the two entrances to the renowned Benagil Cave. It’s a beach inside of a cave, over top of which is a hole that lets in the sunshine….

The Picnic

It stormed in the morning so I opened the balcony door and snuggled back to bed, to better hear the rain and thunder. Slow rolling my day, the sun finally…

The ‘Plan’

I am loathe to quote him, so will not mention his name but rather only what he said, which is: ‘If you want to make God laugh, tell him about…

The Beach Town

I have only heard British and Irish accents since arriving in Albufeira. Which means that the coastline is covered in burnt gingers. It’s great. Because that means that there will…

The Gone To Print

Rather than a photo which I took, I am sharing with you what my family in Gaza tried to send with my mum. Unfortunately, because it is such an obviously…

The Dear One

Azza. It means the dear one. We had met only once before, in 2014, sat next to one another on a panel for Min Fami in Toronto. We’ve been communicating…

The Racist Science

That’s Darwin. He had rabbits in his lap, and he was watching several screens about science things. I can’t tell you what, precisely, because I was too busy taking selfies…

The Library

Because I don’t know how photography happens, here I am waving at you from one of the oldest bookstores in the world. Livraria Lello (R. das Carmelitas 144) is said…

The Lost N Found

There is no bidet culture in Porto. Now that that’s out of the way, I can tell you about our day. We opted for a super slow roll, leaving the…

The Porto Concentration

Porto stole the most beautiful men from Lisbon and transplanted them here. This might cause a situation for both Azza and me on the day that we are meant to…

The Fado Nightingale

In the English language, a dog’s language is translated to either ‘ruf ruf‘ or ‘woof woof‘. In Arabic, it’s ‘3aw‘. Which is what I thought the Spanish speakers were doing…

The Torrential Downpour In Cascais

Azza has now noticed it, too. That Portuguese men appear to have on fake eyelashes. I would be lying if I told you this doesn’t lead to a lot of…

The Slowpokes

We decided to slow our roll today, and had another cozy pyjamas day, watching television, reading and writing. While traveling, and especially because I’m writing daily, I feel obligated to…

The Jorge And The Jesus

Our early afternoon was spent at the majour flea market held every Saturday. Azooza caught a scarf, while I caught caffeine. In Portugal, they might not recognize the request for…

The Bidet Chronicles

(Of course I’m sitting on a sardine throne. It’s Portugal.) Wandering through the cereal aisle, she heard a commotion with me lodged between.“MEL?““NO. NOT MILK. HONEY.”“MEEEL!““I DON’T WANT MILK. HONEEY.”“BZZZZZZZ.”“SI!…

The Playground

It’s our last day in the country so we had our café con leche (caliente) at the little coffee shoppe in our neighbourhood before saying goodbye to València’s Old Town…

The Survival Skills

Through the very sweet El Cabanyal neighbourhood, I wandered the 40 minutes down to the beach, and then kept going another near two hours until I reached the end of…

The Green Spaces

I’m sitting inside of the Palau de la Música, at the València Ciutat Cultura. I wandered in here from the park because they’re growing citrus trees inside of the center,…

The Cinnamon Dusted Men

There are parks all over this city. Most all of them have play structures for children, but this was the only one which we came across that had these bouncy…

The Rainstorm

This photo is from yesterday. As I walked down the street perpendicular to this one, I noticed the one giant palm stood alone. Upon closer investigation, I discovered that they…

The Hot Guy

I am honestly not certain what’s more beautiful – an already smokin’ hot man made hotter by reading, or the Spanish countryside between Málaga and València. You tell me, please….

The Bittersweet

On the morning I woke to the two awful messages from last summer’s situation, Jesús (my landlord for my first week in this city), had made me freshly squeezed orange…

The Upside Down

From the second I looked at my phone this morning, nothing today went as planned. Unfortunately, being a glutton for punishment, I decided to go out anyway and make certain that…

The Reunion

Sub7aan Allah. March 28, 2014 was a very important day – it was the first time I read my work aloud, under my own name. It was also the first…

The One Up His Own Ass

I’ve already stated this – I am not a fan of Picasso, neither the man nor the art. However, being in Málaga, one has little choice but to engage his…

The Fried Dough

After an unseasonably cold weekend, the weather picked up and we were able to discover a little more of this city. Specifically, we roamed around Málaga’s historic center, which is…

The Bus Ride

One thing I love doing in any new city, where available, is taking public transportation for hours. Getting on a bus and staying on until kicked off. Never the metro,…

The Emotional Rebound

This beauty is Azooza. She arrived yesterday evening and this afternoon, we finally got into the first of our two places here in Málaga. Being both featured in Min Fami,…

The Good People

I scooted all over the city on one of these today and felt absolutely wonderful. It went to a maximum of 22.5 km / hour, which was ample. Most especially without…

The Treasure Hunter

I watched a man with a metal detector go over every grain of sand for an hour, covering perhaps 20 meters of this vast coast. Billions of grains of nothing,…

The Haberdashery

They still use the term haberdashery in this country. When was the last time you used this really fun word? I never have. Do you actually know what it means?…

The Sea

I left Geneva as the dawn slowly lit into its shadows. It was the first time the skies were without a cloud, all shaded blues, deep pinks, and every lavender…

The Small Swiss

Today is my last day in the country, and so I popped out of the city proper and made my way to Vevey, a small Swiss town with an absolutely…

The Love Behaviour

“I just feel complete and serene and without clouds in my feelings,” is what Heba’s man just sent her regarding their relationship and his feelings for her. I want for…

The Aftermath

The aftershock always feels heavier than the original trauma. Watching and reading so many messages of solidarity and love has made an emotional day a little easier to navigate. Today,…

The Massacre in Christchurch

Sometimes, I go to mosque to pray on Fridays, a thing which I do when either traveling or feeling pain. Had I been in New Zealand, yesterday’s post might have…