The Devil’s Throat

The devil straddled the river and opened his throat to the world.  Submerged in a steamy heat, his life poured out from him through a stony gash that fell away abruptly.  A writhing madness of white foam and water spewed from his throat and fell earthward, dissipating into a fine mist that added itself to…

The Hometown of a Revolutionary

He stood at the bow of the ‘Granma’.  The boat rose and fell upon rolling waves as it pierced through the heart of the Gulf of Mexico and across the Caribbean.  He stood with both hands upon the railing, a specter of what he would become, disheveled yet immaculate, devoid of the shoulder length mane and unkempt beard…

Across the Andes

When one travels, one leaves pieces of themselves behind.  Every step, every breath, every conversation, every heartbeat.  The wind and sun flake pieces of ones self like grains of sand, and like grains of sand these pieces fall to the ground and fuse with the very land they walk upon, making it one’s own.  Not…