Tag: Malaga

Communique from Cómpeta – #3

First there was this, one morning, with the sun still newborn Beckoning quaintly, softly, painted on a rock wall No flashy billboards in this quiet mountain town, stuffed with garishness Fake smiles filled with fake teeth, techno beats from advertising dances Here they keep it simple. This is […]

Intermission #7: The Ways in Which We Wander

Editor’s Note: We’re still in the “House of Blues” in Atlantic City. (Previous installment found here.) I have just offended Bubbles by somehow implying that she’s not my friend. Slightly-harsh words were exchanged, and Bubbles stomped into a dressing room to concoct an appropriate punishment. I was huddled […]

Confessions of a Possible Super Tramp

Note: The following dialogue took place during what should have been a private, soul-bearing moment at The Church of We Love Everybody Who Comes Through Our Door Unless You’ve Done Something Incredibly Annoying. In days of yore, such a conversation would remain confidential and sacrosanct. But let’s get […]

Present Tense – #5

This is where it happened. Well, I didn’t have any definitive proof at the time to back up my assertion, and I would continue to not have any proof until well after the violation had been “resolved”, because people hide things and are not forthcoming, but my gut […]

Communique from Cómpeta – #24

Pablo de Pato, left: “Hmm. I think I’m going to miss those evildoer vacationers now that they have left the villa in Cómpeta and headed back to places that do not threaten our territorial domain.” Ducky Bob, right: “Interesting. We also seem to have left Cómpeta, because I […]

Communique from Cómpeta – #23

Jean: “Excuse me, Mr. Photographer Man, but what are we trying to accomplish here?” Photographer: “Well, as the newest spokesmodel for Bonnywood Manor, you’re here to do your Public Relations magic and keep the blogging worlds aligned in a satisfactory manner.” Jean: “I don’t really recall signing up […]

Communique from Cómpeta – #14

Pablo de Pato stepped out of his mountainside enclave and gasped. Far down the slope, in the Villa at the edge of his kingdom, he could detect movement. People movement. How could this be? After the Great Insurrection of 2018, wherein Pablo’s warriors had soundly trounced the invading […]