Rock a bye my child in your nuclear arms. See the world outside and partake of its sweet charms. ~RJ Garn Those of my generation grew up beneath the perpetual shadow of a nuclear warhead, thousands of nuclear warheads waiting for the death shadow to stick the flaming claw into our chests and vaporize our […]
The heart of a dark wood floor \ remembers all who step there \ the worn kneelers sag with petitions \ and the dar, familiar pews \ hold sinners close. ~Bonnie Buckley Maldonado Stone floors polished to a luster, worn down, a riverbed with crimson dusted bare feet flowing through time channeling the worshipper to […]
Nostalgia is cowardice. ~Mario Vargas Llosa It is easier to dwell on the familiar past than address the unknown future. There are few mysteries with the past, the remembrance of problems filed smooth by time until they all but disappear and the past is a sanitized fantasy of rainbows and unicorns, a nostalgia bearing little […]
You start by writing to live. You end by writing so as not to die. ~Carlos Fuentes After fits and starts reaching back to my youth with an extended run in my late twenties, I began writing in earnest with my first blog published on 23 Sep 2011, a few months after my 50th birthday.
Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival. ~Octavio Paz I am out there, somewhere, a chimera on yonder horizon sliding toward blind futures simultaneously keeping the back of my head eyes fixed on the yet to be footsteps, linking was past to will be future. They are always equidistant. Progressing in tandem, never getting […]
For centuries, he has battled the forces of darkness with holy ground his only refuge. ~Joe Dawson, Highlander Opening Soliloquoy, Season 2 I arrived in México City on the eve of Christmas, left on the penultimate day of the Gregorian calendar in the year arbitrarily identified as 2018. Also identified as the year 2562 in […]
Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink. ~Carlos Ruiz Zafón If I could be a success in any profession, I would choose to be a writer…now that I am past the prime of my athletic prowess and the screaming adulation of millions when obliterating an attack on the football […]