Author: Kimberly Roberts

In this room, there is us. In this room, I have you, and you me. Your arms now absent, I wrap your scarf and mine around me, The passion of our night, your scent, sweetly teasing memory to life In this room, there is us. In this room,...

As a traveler, I’m often asked where I’m from. Depending on the circumstances, that question will have a different answer. I’m last from Istanbul, Turkey. Before that I was from Bologna, Italy, and before that from Cyprus and so on, and so on. I’m “from” a lot of...

Tonight, like each night since my return, I stepped onto the terrace of my island apartment, and look towards the south where the moon hangs in its indigo, bedazzled sky.  Nearby, palm trees, like feather dusters, sway in time to the beat of my full...