D.F. Poetry of Sensibility

Inspired by Kenneth Rexroth’s One Hundred Poems From the Japanese, I’ll tell part one of my México City visit in a similar form. I begin, however, with one from the Rexroth collection: I have always known That at last I would Take this road, but yesterday I did not know that it would be today.                                       -Narihira (9th century)  ***************************************** The Houston sunset from 10,000 feet and I’m thinking about California fires hoping my family out west is not in harm’s way….

Es Como Un Sueño

This trip I’ve blogged a lot less than usual. And truth be told, I’ve done a lot less wandering than I usually do when I travel. The last two weeks in Mexico City have fallen into a routine. I get up early and go for a run, grab a juice at a hip café/book store a block away, I write until 1pm, have beans and tortillas for lunch, write more until 5 or 6pm, then go for a walk to find something to cook up for dinner. Sounds like a monotonous life, but my intention this time around was to cave…