30 Monday Oct 2017
Posted in poetry
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it is the walking, someplace nearby, that brings the land, our terrain, into scale & it is the immersion into the rudiments of wind, thickness & wetness of atmosphere & the sensation of foot in shoe & shoe on uneven surface that makes us part of it .. Continue reading
20 Friday Oct 2017
Posted in fiction
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MARI BELEN, CARLOS JON, AND UMBERTO ARE HUDDLED IN A TINY BAR THAT IS NEAR THE Policía General offices. It is the first week of September in Madrid. Their police unit is under the scrutiny of an official external investigations probe. Everyone has withstood numerous interviews and formal shadowing and just finally today there has been an all-clear declaration. There has been only vague information about the nature of the probe. Continue reading
10 Tuesday Oct 2017
Posted in column
.. spent the July of 2002 in Santiago Chile. But it was not the summer season there rather it was winter; a terse period of cold rain and temperatures in the 30s. My morning hours, I walked from an apartment hotel to the broad magnificent Avenida Libertador Bernardo O’Higgins and navigated my way, over the course of 25 to 30 minutes, to the Bellavista neighborhood for Spanish language classes. Continue reading
