The Timeless Shores of Martín Adán’s Cardboard Barranco

Hopping on the Lima Metropolitan’s main trunk in downtown Lima I headed south. I didn’t know exactly where I was going. All I had to go on was my memory of a few general maps and the solemn nod of a station attendant whom I asked if I could get to Barranco this way. But Read More …

Chasing Ginsberg’s Ghost in Lima

An almost imperceptible shift of sound in the streets below stirred me from sleep in the unfamiliar San Isidro apartment. I squinted through a crack in the blinds, where yellowish lanterns like fireflies pierced encroaching mist under a dense, black sky. I smiled, then drifted back to sleep. When I woke again the fireflies were Read More …