Tagged: expat woes


7. Dear Antarctic Wind

Dear Antarctic Wind, You cant beat Wellington on a good day, they say. Wellington can beat you on a bad day, they dont say but they should do. Wind, you harass me through these almost-modern streets, launching chip packets and my own hair into my face, whipping me, blinding me....

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3. Dear Sun

Dear Sun, In London you wore a deep burqa. For so long you hid yourself in voluminous veils that I barely knew you anymore. I missed you. I longed to see your face again and I grew pale. You tease. You showed me your legs in Bratislava which made me...