In the surreal spirit of Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino, I imagine a constantly shifting city named after a mythical man. This is a re-imagining of Calvino’s concept, which has Marco Polo tell Kublai Khan about fantastical imaginary cities all named after women. 


The sky was lavender last night. I thought of you. Not because lavender is or was your favorite color (I know it’s yellow) Not because I thought you would have something rousing to say about the impending death of light. Not because it reminded me of you, necessarily. But because I found it to be…… Continue reading Lavender