Clara McBride

Santorini. Atlantis Books. Bergman's bittersweet soundtrack playing over and over, a rustic flûte calming as I watch the sun set. It really is as I imagined. It will be hard to leave. The white…

Haiku

Beneath the moonlight The cliffs are fingers of a Great hand that shakes me I’ve got less than a month left here. I’m not sure when I’ll be back and at the same time that this lack of knowledge worries me I am assured by my memories of…