Into the Muse

Have I found Reason or are these merely the musings of a mad man? These holes in the ground remind me of when you used to tell me that if I dug a tunnel in the side yard, that I could make it to China. Funny, old man, you really…

Under Columbus´s boat, where the sea crashes against sharp volcanic rocks with thunderous roars, I look at the people below, and behind me the dark waves seem movie-like. Gray, tumultuous clouds linger overhead, and the wind is cool, and comfortable. Another short moment in my life soon to be gone…

If all we are, are words in old journal entries, photographs in old dusty photo albums… If all we are, are memories that reside in our friends’ and family’s minds… If all we are, are people who try to make it, but nothing seems to go our way now or…

It’s too late, death has its teeth sunk deep into me. I did not choose madness, but in true cliché fashion, it chose me — some unknown mountain dweller from a long-ago abandoned place no one cares about. Such is Nature, such is the way, the circumstances of certain individuals.…

Have we lived multiple lives now? Is each stage in Life simply the Death of another one? It seems so, when I was a child, I lived a life widely different than now. My thoughts, my motivations were different. There were other people in that chapter. Chapter? It was a…

Otra vez la vi, la chica de los dibujos en la iglesia. Puede que tenga unos 13 a 15 años, pero ¿quién sabe? La gente me dice que parezco que tengo menos edad. Su familia estaba allí, abuelo, abuela y su mamá. Edades, generaciones distintas. De momento cerraba la libreta…

Just for a little while, I want to spend some time with my sister and my nieces. To look and see them in a new place. To live some new moments that will soon pass, washed away by time unforgiving. But we’re all just passing through on our way to…

I’m immersed in what is supposed to be a happy moment. My aunty turning 78 tomorrow, but I’m celebrating it today because I work the next day. Ephemeral, but I try to soak in the moment as something positive, but even as I sit next to her listening to the…

Como han pasado los años… Las casas son Hogares que guardan recuerdos, lagrimas, secretos, alegrías, tristezas… Caminé por cada habitación una última vez para observarlas y recordar. Me quedé parado un ratito más largo en un espacio del hogar, el que más uso le daba por las mañanas y por…