I remember a Mosque
in Gibraltar
quietly sat
upon a rock
in front of Africa
Author: Veronica
I am a traveler above all things.
I have done many different things in my life, but the one thing I never stopped doing is traveling and looking for the music of places.
It may be rare for somebody who loves their home as much as I do to keep moving around like a nomad in an ancient desert.
My water and my oasis is any place where I can find a quiet garden, a beautiful deserted beach, a friendly stranger, a perfect view from my window.
After 20 years of roaming the Earth looking for-and finding-these things, I believe it is time to share my tales with the world, in the hope that some of you will relate to my stories, or perhaps drop in an say hi to some of the wonderful people I have met in my travels, in the course of your own journeys.
An ordinary day (poem written on a plane)
Butchering
to the sound
of Frank Sinatra
The slit
throats
of Abu Ghraib
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