Tag: Poetry

Past Imperfect – #500

Note: This is an older post, so, once again, please excuse the dated references… William: “It says here in the paper that we’ve reached a significant milestone. I suppose we should celebrate. And by celebrate, I mean drink alcohol and pretend to be happier than we really are.” […]

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 […]

Past Imperfect – #114

Claudia was very impressed with her image in the antique mirror, as were the 13 Cuban refugees hidden under her dress and waiting for the signal that they had reached the American shore. Cleopatra the Cat, wandering up as I type. “That’s an extremely insensitive thing to write […]