compensation ( Read more... )

tonight i sat in a bar, surrounded by poolplaying and raucous tunes, reading edna st. vincent millay ( Read more... )

it has been a good long while ( Read more... )

and now i remember the end of my first semester at whitman, and how i thought i would never find a home there, how the people weren't my kind of people, how the community formed too quickly arround me without ever making a space for me... and of course i was dead wrong. and today there are whispers of hope, and i feel a trace of sadness that i'll ( Read more... )

¡feliz día de gracias ( Read more... )

suppose you have just asked me how i’m liking mérida. it’s a common enough question these days, and i have a small arsenal of answers prepared. i could give you the one about the paletas, the one with iguanas, the one about the writing group and the city’s sparse but feisty population of intellectual eccentrics, the one with frustrations about the ( Read more... )

i have just returned from chiapas ( Read more... )

it’s the day after independence day, and two nights ago i ventured to the centro to squish between wavers of flags and makers of noise and to listen to the grito that symbolizes that independence... there were lights and music and balloons falling from the balcony of the governor’s palace, and fireworks whose sharp reports set off explosions of ( Read more... )

literatura latinoamericana del siglo XX, monday and wednesday from 8 to 10 ( Read more... )

this was the title of one in a series of abstract paintings i saw today, all titled after common yucatecan sayings. it means “better to go alone than with bad company,” and thus nicely sums up much of my life philosophy and much of my goal for the afternoon ( Read more... )