jundanu

The weather in Andalusia is so monotonously perfect, with sun and clear blue skies, temperature in the eighties by noon, then down to a sleepable 65 by midnight that if it started to pour suddenly, the locals would be so stunned and amazed that I believe I could start a new religion just on the basis of this improbable event.

I am New York based short story writer, spending three months in Granada, Spain. I hope to publish an account of my stay while also adding pieces of short fiction I am working on. With, I hope will be dark humor and wit, I will try to lighten the burden of having to live in an age of tribal stupidity not seen since the fall of Rome. And even Rome, as an Irish writer once told me, was not exactly anything to write home about.