April 2011
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Auspicious
Tomorrow is, of course, April Fools’ Day—or, if you prefer, Opposite Day. It’s also the start of National Poetry Month. And this year, Miami’s pulling out the stops to celebrate it, with events all over the county for the entire month. So whether you read, write, or listen, raise a glass…
Apr 1st
Write one leaf about shedding.
writeoneleaf: pages about + ask + random | sponsors You Are a Dog + We Are the Cat  This old skin has grown too tight, too brittle, too heavy to bear…so little by little, bit by bit, I am sloughing it off, leaving it where it may fall. It’s the art of exfoliation by any means. Less elegant, perhaps, than the wholesale method a garter snake employs, but I must persist.
Apr 1st
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March 2011
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Mar 29th
Mar 29th
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Miss Grundy Was Fired Today →
Another disquieting read. My mom was a teacher, and a union member. Like many teachers, she busted her butt in the classroom; she worked in Alternative Outreach—many of her students were in halfways, Juvenile Justice, and/or in prison. She worked in dangerous conditions, and yet she wouldn’t have traded it for a position in a so-called “A”-ranked school. As a...
Mar 28th
Matthew Continetti: Calling Evil Good | Crooks and... →
Please, do read this article. And if you come away thinking it’s perfectly fine for people like the Koch brothers to fatten their bank accounts at the expense of the middle and working classes—Lord have mercy on us all!
Mar 28th
Already beginning...
to feel like summer. Ah, well…the coolness has been lovely.
Mar 25th
Write one leaf about cracked paint.
writeoneleaf: pages about + ask + random | sponsors You Are a Dog + We Are the Cat The paint on the ceiling in my studio had always looked so solid: a unified square of white, semi-matte, retaining a faint trace scent of linseed oil. Then, two nights ago, during a bout with insomnia, I noticed them: spidery fissures, spreading from corner to corner, connecting and diverging, forming a highway...
Mar 23rd
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Beautiful day, but I am far from my most...
My mother’s death day came and went. It was quiet, and actually, pretty drama-free. If I could have, I would have fixed boliche, rice and red beans, and yuca, as a memorial meal: she would have loved it. But, as money was (and still is) tight… The next day, however, sent me into a funk—a very persistent one, at that. I just wanted to vanish! Getting out of bed, making it,...
Mar 22nd
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Write one leaf about chicks.
writeoneleaf: pages about + ask + random | sponsors You Are a Dog + We Are the Cat  Yellow flurries trailed a greyish speckled hen, cheeping, as she scratched the dirt for grubs and beetles. A bandy rooster watched from a weathered fence post They never saw the farmer’s wife coming up from behind—how could they know she was turning Chanticleer into chicken potpie? 
Mar 22nd
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If I never hear...
the words, “think of how much worse it is at/in/for ____,” I shall never stop disliking them.
Mar 18th
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“Panikhida (a memorial) Cradle her. Shelter her. Guard her in the peace of...”
– Copyright A. Herrera 2011.
Mar 15th
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I don't know if I will be here tomorrow.
Tomorrow marks two years since my mom died. I’ve been dreading the day for some time now. I’ve been thinking of the hospital smells, the cold stone floors, the excruciating fold-out beds in the rooms where she stayed, at various times, and where I would sleep. (Once, I stayed in the cardiac wing at Baptist for two weeks, barely seeing the inside of our apartment. Two weeks, while...
Mar 14th
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In luminous sorrow, sow tears, in hopes that beauty can save this world…
Mar 12th
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Saddened...
My prayers go out for all who have been affected by the tsunami and earthquake in Japan.
Mar 11th
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Write one leaf about Mario.
writeoneleaf: pages about + ask + random | sponsors You Are a Dog + We Are the Cat Whenever Mario Batali takes the stage, whether at Adrienne Arsht or Kitchen Stadium, three thoughts, invariably, cross my mind: I want to save up some dosh, so I can eat at his New York restos; He is, no doubt, one hell of a great traveling companion, and I would never turn down the chance to hit the road with...
Mar 9th
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Bet nobody will reblog this.
adtrtomarse: Charlie Sheen, is all over the news this week because he’s a celebrity drug addict. Justin Bieber was all over the news for 2 days this week because he cut his hair. While Andrew Wilfahrt 31, Brian Tabada 21, Rudolph Hizon 22, Chauncy Mays 25, Christopher Stark 22, Kristopher Gould 25, David Fahey 23 are all soldiers who gave their lives this week with no media mention. Honor THEM...
Mar 8th
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Clean Monday...
Today marks the beginning of Great Lent—40 days leading to the commemoration of Christ’s crucifixion, death, and resurrection. I would love to tell everyone how I’ve cleaned my house of meats, dairy, fin fish, and the like, that I’ve settled scores with people whom I have hurt, or who have hurt me. Not even close. I’ve been in a bit of a funk the last few days: the...
Mar 8th
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gonzodave asked: I read a piece just last night that disclosed he HAD flip-flopped on collective bargaining. He is now against it. I forget where I read it.

Regards, ~g
Mar 2nd
Mar 2nd
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“How odd that you sleep better when it rains. You have a heightened sensation of...”
– —Andrei Sinyavsky, a/k/a Abram Tertz (1925-1997); from A Voice From The Chorus. Translated by Kyril FitzLyon and Max Hayward. I was reading this and it hit me: he’s right. There is something about rain that lends itself, very well, to sleep—and, assuming that nothing disrupts, I...
Mar 2nd
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abrokensomething-deactivated201 asked: the imaginarium of dr. parnassus moved me oddly enough....strange movie but i enjoyed it :)
Mar 2nd
Reblog if you never stopped loving Jrock, even...
artoflifex: isawajrockstar: Because you’re a true fan ^~^ Never have, never will, for it is my love c: Yes, I do adore it so. My only complaint: where can a fujoshi find Jrock in South Florida?!
Mar 2nd
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The long dark teatime of March
Some time between waking up and fixing lunch, I found myself thinking of my mother’s death date. And the weight of that thought settled on me. Come the 15th (a very shakespeherian date), it will be two years since she died. I don’t know what to think, or to do. I cannot help feeling that there is so much, even now, that I want to say…but how? It’s frustrating, and more...
Mar 1st
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Mar 1st
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Mar 1st