(A work in progress) This story is about a family. A father, mother, and three children. Now father and mother, before they were father and mother, were simple jíbaros in a simple land. But ghosts of earth and blood tormented them and so they fled from their homes to a distant land. It is inContinue reading “Tales from the Glory Man #1”
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Jíbaro’s Procession
With the first light of dawn and the rooster’s call to rise, a jíbaro makes his way across the sacred ground. A breeze shakes the trees of their morning dew and he tips his head up to accept their blessing. Following behind the incense of hibiscus, heliconia, fern and beehive ginger burned the day before,Continue reading “Jíbaro’s Procession”
Jíbaro’s Communion
Under the gaze of ceiba trees a jíbaro works. The slap as the hoe sinks into the moist earth. The punch as it meets resistance. Subtle signs that he is effective in his work. The ceibas notice and the mountain records his skill. In his thirst he drinks from the river flowing down the mountain,Continue reading “Jíbaro’s Communion”
Portrait of a Jíbaro
Memories I Keep (2)
A Field in San German After I graduated college, my parents took me on a trip to Puerto Rico. For two weeks we’d bounce around the island, first with Mom’s family, then with Dad’s. The whole trip was a bit of sensory overload for me as it was the first time I’d been to PuertoContinue reading “Memories I Keep (2)”
Memories I Keep (1)
Laundry Day As a child, I remember early mornings being something of a mystery. I hadn’t quite grasped time and its finer concepts of early and late yet, and so to me, early morning was a separate reality I hadn’t earned the right to step into yet. It didn’t help that I would often goContinue reading “Memories I Keep (1)”
Forgive Me, Borinquen
Forgive me, Borinquen Our relationship is strained I avoided you this long And how I dare to say your name Forgive this intimate gesture While I try to reach across, Across the land and sea Across the English I was taught And across the Spanish I don’t understand… Or the Arawak that was lost. WeContinue reading “Forgive Me, Borinquen”
Silver Morning
On this morning made silver by a rain just passed, and atmosphere brought close enough to reverse expanding seas, there comes a whisper loudly. Words too brittle for the sharp punctuation of the storm, but having weight enough to silence the deluge. And on these lingering drops that still surprise when they land, and theContinue reading “Silver Morning”
A Reflection on ‘A Recovering Spell’
This series was meant to complete a challenge to produce a creative work every day for one month. At first, my motivation was to show an appreciation for what I knew of my heritage and family history, and when I started, the project had no name. It wasn’t until day 13, drawing the picture of the homestead, the imagined home ofContinue reading “A Reflection on ‘A Recovering Spell’”
A Recovering Spell: The Brothers
Three ready to harvest from new fields to work Three ready to recover
My Box of Unfinished Projects 