Ah, I started you by joining the mad creatures camouflaged as online teachers in Portofino. Quite a compact beach, April. I used to love crowds. These past few months, however the city became suffocating. Perhaps it is P’s calming effect on me. Or perhaps I am resigning to age. My poems find solace in the mundane, the silent, the silenced. I become calm, stable, happier. Lately, I’ve been cocooned by work, work, and work, interjected with excursions every now and then. Work becomes a valid excuse not to meet certain faces. Mine is part-time, April, but I can flex the […]
