
A story written in the style of Jack Kerouac. So yup, stream of consciousness nonsense that might threaten to mean something.
A story written in the style of Jack Kerouac. So yup, stream of consciousness nonsense that might threaten to mean something.
Normally, I give context to the piece. This time, I’ll let the poem speak for itself.
We enjoyed Book Week in Madrid by going to the sacred publishing site of Don Quixote and a Lorca inspired street performance.
Originally published on laligablog.com and with thanks to Hugo Blanco for granting the interview.
Great things come from small beginnings.
Great things come from small beginnings.
It’s not everyday that we sit down with world famous musicians, but in a swanky hotel in the heart of Madrid, we did just that.
A poem about walking around the city, through the different parts and around the different people.
The Basque language remained unwritten for 1,000 years. Find out why.
I feel alone and abandoned because a sense of Irish culture is absent from Madrid.
The cult of Santa Muerte is deep and intoxicating.
The cult of Santa Muerte is deep and intoxicating.