Sometimes it takes sunshine Sometimes it takes a good meal Sometimes it takes a beer Sometimes it takes a toke Sometimes it takes a good night's rest Sometimes it takes a cry Sometimes it takes a shoulder Sometimes it takes a breath All of the … Read More →
Category Archives: Phoetry
Panamania
Only water separates old from new poor from rich Only a bay and its rain Both the paved and the bricked roads smack with success and suppression Blind wise faces stare at the sea ignored taken for granted While finishing touches are applied to the … Read More →
Rain, Rain, Go Away
It’s rainy season in Costa Rica. The rain comes with the consistency and punctuality of a porn star. And although I usually have an inclination for sexual depictions, whether by human or earthly precipitation, I am soaked sick. Like sex, rain is normally a relief; … Read More →
I’ve touched Cuba. I’ve smoked Cuba. Part 3
Nothing is real but the Soul. Yes, it has taken me four weeks to write this final piece, and for good reason. Just like my trip, I didn’t want this reflection to end. While la Habana had been constantly confusing and surprising, and my gut … Read More →
I’ve touched Cuba. I’ve smoked Cuba: Part 2
Land of Ironies…too bad you can’t export that! I soon noticed that this nation is ironically nothing but an indirect host for the insufferable parasitoid Capitalisthia Materialismus. And man, was I getting ill. Here, a pseudo-socialist, who I learned was actually never much of a … Read More →
I’ve touched Cuba. I’ve smoked Cuba: Part 1
A mindfuck. It’s been exactly two months since I left the island – a perpetually smoldering cigar, surrounded by tepid waters and demagogic winds attempting to stifle it, whose thick tobacco just will not cease to choke its smoker. I think it’s about time I … Read More →
en el malecón
Fire burns on the malecón It ain't from the rum Or the day's beating sun, No, she has set And has left us all this night To simply forget Fire burns on the malecón It ain't from the shine of the moon Or the … Read More →
deceitful sunset
To dodge the storms To wave surrender To hide, Behind white lies Dare I say? You'd rather shine! Is this not the reason for your treason? We must be mistaken Yes we, I have judged too soon You're not hiding or running You'll … Read More →
La Gallera | The Cockpit
Though dim, the fluorescent lighting stings my eyes after I enter in from the twilight outside. My camera is already in my hand, aperture and shutter speed set, as I give a smiling nod to the staring faces of the family frying chickens, while I … Read More →