A poem about walking around the city, through the different parts and around the different people.
A walk through a neighbourhood in Madrid, which is home to diplomats, embassies and a lot of history.
In our previous article, we discussed how the Irish came to Spain. It was a eulogy for the death of Gaelic Ireland and an essay on the uncertain future of those newly […]
Many years ago, I was asked a make or break question at the end of an interview. It was for what was to be my first language teaching job.
If you stand in any classroom in Madrid, and possibly Spain, a strange thing is happening.
Jack Kerouac’s book Satori in Paris is a tangled mess of ideas, references and internalized in-jokes, which is to say, in-jokes he shares with himself, rather than with a drinking buddy or cabal of […]
Satori identity. This was an alien concept to me, until I came across Kerouac. Jack Kerouac’s book Satori in Paris is a tangled mess of ideas, references and internalized in-jokes, which is to […]