(Yellow Towers, acrylic on canvas by JIbanez) Sometimes I think back on my childhood and I think ‘man, someone has to be making this shit up…’ Back when I was seven (sixty five years ago!), my parents moved us from our little sugar cane town of Canovanas to the capital, part of a huge migration...Read More

This morning I woke up to rolling thunder calling to tasks. The house was dark, not with night sleeping darkness, but with grey dark tea demanding silence. Making my way through the living room, I could hear the first timid uncertain drops of rain falling on the yard and hurried to pick up  the paper...Read More

(Photo: probably taken by my dad eons ago of me and my brother at the beach in Naguabo, Puerto Rico, 1954) Yesterday afternoon I had one of those ‘geez, how things have changed’ moments. Not sure what brought it up, any longer, these things happen the moment I pass 55th street and go into the...Read More