The Road Diaries

by Kevin Carrel Footer
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The Harvest of These Few Days

by Kevin Carrel Footer While I am busy making an afternoon, the sun toasts the horizon and the moon's soft arrival in the blue sky reveals the night's approach. I type sporadically, lost in the post-coital bliss of the week's contemplation. Across my mind flash...

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The Circus Goat of the Epiphany

By Kevin Carrel Footer The last time I saw the circus goat, she was walking across a narrow plank three meters off the ground. She was not at all sure of her footing and her gold-fringed caparison was slipping indecently off to one side. She did it all led by a shrill...

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The Painted Remains of Rooms

City houses like city people do not stand alone. They prefer company, nestling shoulder to shoulder in parade formation as if in a pageant – which of course city life is. When they are demolished to make way for another apartment building, it is as if they have broken...

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Desdemona’s Children

Once the tide receded, we could walk several kilometers out to sea. It is an eerie feeling because you know the water is out there still and will soon return. The sand was hard and smooth under our strides and pocked by small ponds here and there where fish paddled...

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The Agony of Pepe Pavan

The Agony of Pepe Pavan

by Kevin Carrel Footer It had been a night of camping in the rain in the countryside and I had promised the women a hot cup of coffee in the morning. I had not counted on it being so difficult to fulfill my promise. But country towns on the Pampa have more in common...

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A Bubble, Two Clouds and a Turkish Date

The expanding soap bubble from a child’s wand emerges like one of God’s orbs in the dappled sunlight: a brief, magic, improbable moment. A flitting, daring, pointless endeavor and, for that, all the more beautiful. Then it bursts, a spasm in the sunlight, and one...

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Milonga de Carnaval

by Kevin Carrel Footer I arrived in Argentina already nostalgic. There is no logical explanation for this as I had no past here. No grandfather of mine sat me on his lap and told me stories of his youthful adventures in Buenos Aires. No branch of the family tree had...

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Other People’s Stories

by Kevin Carrel Footer www.kevincarrelfooter.com I listen to other peoples’ stories and they become mine. It is as if I were compiling an encyclopedia of stories. I settle into a seat at the corner café, open a newspaper or begin a conversation with a stranger. Their...

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A Life of Desire

by Kevin Carrel Footer I am desire. Not reckless, not rambunctious, just slow, seeping desire that does not relent. My desire is like the water that springs inexplicably from a crack in the dry stone: no one knows where it comes from but they all come here to drink. I...

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