Tag: dislocation
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Supermoon
My wife was still doing her hair and makeup before our meal at Cocina Abierta—a seven-course tasting circled in red weeks ago—a promise we weren’t sure we’d keep.So my brother and I filled the hour wandering the narrow streets of the city rooted in my mother’s heart and past, San Juan—where I’ve paused—for now—before our…
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Duty Free
The van to the Cayman airport hits every pothole,shook every bone. I felt the ride in my teeth.My Dad bought some duty free Johnny Walker,a logwood trinket, a gift for his second set of kids.. A siege of harbor cranes are bobbing in the sway,waiting for the moon to dig its way into the sand.The…