Stories & poems that inspire
We walked through the dark streets of Lavapiés, past shuttered Indian, Chinese, and Arabic shops selling trinkets and mysterious packaged goods. The streets were empty except for young North African men who prowled like wolves...
Short Story I stood on the bank of the Manzanares, smoked a cigarette, and pissed into the river. The Manzanares was like a stream of urine on a hot summer sidewalk. I had made...
Poem Life is like a burning ember crackling on the edge of an inferno but the flames never arrive instead the slow consumption of the soul when heat rises to the point of combustion...
Essay When you stand in front of a bull and incite it to charge, with nothing more than a flannel cape in hand, the first thing you notice is the animal’s speed… As in, it’s extremely fast. The...
Poem I almost always find myself at the little pink house on Rue Saint-Vincent on the Butte Montmartre. I go there to see Amala Landré sing Edith Piaf songs and to see them...
Poem To what destiny of mine I ask , O conscript fathers, so that I may have this query rejoined. I tour the western rim of the fluvius Tiberis as night pursues the...
