Conversations with myself in CDMX (april ‘21) I write more when I travel. There are the same number of hours in a Saturday in Los Angeles as there are in Mexico City, but the words seem to find me more easily here. Sergio Pitol told me that true writing is…

Tonight I had dinner at Quintonil. I’m told that this is the 24th best restaurant in the world. My meal was delicious, as you’d expect. I declined the wine pairing in the hopes of staying sober to better enjoy the food, though the cocktail menu had other plans, full of…

It was our first date, or maybe our second. Regardless, it was early on, though not so early that we didn’t find ourselves in bed, reflecting together on the evening we had built together, breaking down the awkward building blocks and rebuilding them through the warm glow of our love…

À trois The devil invented French to give name to my desire, another tongue to pair with mine, Un baiser amourex

of the ox and the lion, I am certainly a lion. But I admire the ox, and am grateful for his help. You can’t force genius but you can set the table for it and invite it in. When I sit I listen to the Gnossienes to turn up the volume on my own voice. When it’s time to move I change to ska. I race the motorcycle down the street, the trumpets and the sun and I dance and our kinetic energy takes shape. Without a helmet the signal is clear.