It’s too late, death has its teeth sunk deep into me. I did not choose madness, but in true cliché fashion, it chose me — some unknown mountain dweller from a long-ago abandoned place no one cares about. Such is Nature, such is the way, the circumstances of certain individuals. Afflicted by unseen ailments. I,… Continue reading 13
Author: Matthew Rodriguez
But that story ended…
Have we lived multiple lives now? Is each stage in Life simply the Death of another one? It seems so, when I was a child, I lived a life widely different than now. My thoughts, my motivations were different. There were other people in that chapter. Chapter? It was a whole story, all of its… Continue reading But that story ended…
We Are the Childless Generation
I was driving down the Misty Mountains as the sun was coming down. I got a glimpse of an unusually beautiful sunset. A dark cloud filled sky with red hues. My head felt altered, like I was impaired about to be sucked through another dimension. Truly, things looked different. I was on my way to… Continue reading We Are the Childless Generation
La chica de los dibujos
Otra vez la vi, la chica de los dibujos en la iglesia. Puede que tenga unos 13 a 15 años, pero ¿quién sabe? La gente me dice que parezco que tengo menos edad. Su familia estaba allí, abuelo, abuela y su mamá. Edades, generaciones distintas. De momento cerraba la libreta y atendía lo que decía… Continue reading La chica de los dibujos
just for a LITTLE while
Just for a little while, I want to spend some time with my sister and my nieces. To look and see them in a new place. To live some new moments that will soon pass, washed away by time unforgiving. But we’re all just passing through on our way to somewhere or nowhere… Here, just… Continue reading just for a LITTLE while
the Sadness of Happy times
I’m immersed in what is supposed to be a happy moment. My aunty turning 78 tomorrow, but I’m celebrating it today because I work the next day. Ephemeral, but I try to soak in the moment as something positive, but even as I sit next to her listening to the waitresses singing Happy Birthday to… Continue reading the Sadness of Happy times
Como han pasado los años
Como han pasado los años… Las casas son Hogares que guardan recuerdos, lagrimas, secretos, alegrías, tristezas… Caminé por cada habitación una última vez para observarlas y recordar. Me quedé parado un ratito más largo en un espacio del hogar, el que más uso le daba por las mañanas y por las tardes donde muchas veces… Continue reading Como han pasado los años
una Generación
En Corozal andando por un bosque fangoso, Un monumental Ceiba, una Catedral del bambú, Un Viaje lejos en ayuna. Nos desviamos en Villas La Palma, buscando una tía que por años no la visitaba. “¿Te acuerdas de mi?” “Mi niña, ¡que gusto verte!” Yo la conozco por primera vez, Gloria, sonríe muy profundo, especialmente en… Continue reading una Generación
So, real, unadorned
Going down the stairs now, Bukowski in my hand, taking him to my library. It’s bittersweet finishing reading his verse. I want to read some more. It’s the first whole book of poetry I’ve read, and it was great. So, real, unadorned. I place him on top of Today’s Best Nonfiction and Tolkien’s Unfinished Tales.… Continue reading So, real, unadorned
Young Once
Everyone alive today was young once, they had some dreams and excitement to look forward to, and the promise of an afterlife. But the world feels pretty hopeless now, a general sense of nihilism pervades. Some philosophers talk about or say that just because life has no ultimate meaning, it’s not a bad thing because… Continue reading Young Once