Category: Little Epiphanies
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Dos Negronis at La Biela (premium)
I don’t usually leave bars dancing in the streets. But then again, these are not usual times. Perhaps it was my afternoon ballet class and the glee of my exhausted, pulsing muscles. Perhaps it was the waiter at La Biela who hung around our table and wanted to chat. Or the way he lulled me…
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Nurture
By Kevin Carrel Footer It is winter in Buenos Aires. Sniffles and puffer jackets are out in force. Laborers coming in from distant settlements on commutes that started long before dawn stomp the ground waiting for their next bus, the fake fur of their parka hoods shuddering with each stomp while they rub their hands…
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Nurture (premium)
Let me read it to you (premium members only): By Kevin Carrel Footer It is winter in Buenos Aires. Sniffles and puffer jackets are out in force. Laborers coming in from distant settlements on commutes that started long before dawn stomp the ground waiting for their next bus, the fake fur of their parka hoods…
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The Meaning of Nothing
Let me read it to you: I am walking down a Buenos Aires sidewalk in scuffed shoes that I had intended to polish but never got around to. A whiff of diesel exhaust from an idling truck yanks me from this place and thrusts me into another where I am shivering outside a truckstop looking…
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Resurrection
listen: I was born luminous And remember the light That burned within But one day that light Was snuffed out Left to smoulder Now there are so many things I would like to believe But can’t It is in the darkness Sadly, that I find The lasting truths Do not be afraid of the dark…
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As I Am
Listen… I crave to be taken as I am Unvarnished Raw Contradictory Exploratory Unfinished I was brought into this world Raw and bathed in bodily fluids God knows I have chased the bodily fluids Merging mine with theirs Coveting the spontaneous combustion Of chest against chest Of lips against lips The only sin is Not…
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The Butterfly’s Tattoo
A butterfly tattoo at the milonga provokes a meditation on the beauty and tragedy of life.
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New Year. New Story.
Listen: It’s a new year and it feels like a good time to write a new story. A fever came over me on New Year’s Eve and I took it as a good omen: I will purge the old through sweat and heat and prepare myself for something new. Like a controlled fire in a…
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A Flower, a Book and a Dream
Carmen Mesa, Bailaora (in a still from the video “9 Vidas” by Macarena Zorraquín & Juampi Correa) Listen: Carmen, lying on the floor where the sunlight is streaming in from the north-facing window, looks up from her book and stares out the window. There is a flower in her hair, one she picked from a…