- Cuenca’s Dog Owners Shun their Doody Duty
- Cuenca’s Pissing Men and Modest Women
- Bailoterapia as a Standard of Female Liberation
- Wildflowers of the Cajas National Park, Southern Ecuador
- Fiestas de Cuenca
- Mango Season
- The Maddening Din: Cuenca’s Noise
- Cuenca’s clean water is priceless. And vulnerable.
- Any Milk Today Mistress?
- Celebrating Those Who Live in Our Memories.
Category Archives: Poetry
when you look up in the woods at that exact moment that two cardinals join in a kiss. Continue reading
There I was, glasses in hand, stumbling on, a joyless morass leaking out in salty tears, Resilience frayed into tattered fringes of despair. Even the sunlight’s dance in the trees could not gladden this labyrinth of loud loneliness. But the path … Continue reading
In the mud flats by the lake,
I cannot turn
from the hawk holding up the sky,
The eagle’s flight through dazzling, tumbling planes,
the quiet mysteries of birds and turtles. Continue reading
The evening rays have lit up swollen, mid-summer clouds –our sky peaks– in translucent pink. A fleeting consolation for those whose inspiration comes from mountains, here in the swampy suburbs where the short horizon is shrouded in shrubbery. Pitched granitic … Continue reading
Slaves No More In the holds of creaking wooden galleons, slaves sought remove from their sordid present with dreams of another, long-ago life on African soil. On the cramped compartments of flimsy vessels, migrants from sovereign African nations two hundred years later, hold … Continue reading