When I was attending university in the mid 90’s, I was introduced to rock ‘n roll, weed, and Buddhism, somewhat simultaneously. A Mexican friend of mine, who loved going by his anglicized name, George, shoved David Bowie, Pink Floyd, Prince and Queen into my consciousness. He was appalled that my Ecuadorian-Canadian upbringing had left me ignorant of an entire genre, and made fun of me about it until I was shamed into buying a bunch CD’s at Tower Records. George, along with t
The air between two
Things, places, beings
The emptiness
The fullness
The space amidst it all
Negative, positive
Hopeful, hopeless Space, as in distance
Makes the heart grow fonder
Makes the heart cry harder
Wind, carries such love
Rustles peaceably through leaves
Tears down shingles one by one
In its wake—change Space heals, or does it
Amplifies or isolates
Good versus evil
Air flitting in and around
Grey area buffering between
Things, places, beings
Alter
Erick Medinilla (1976-2013) Warm, water running down my back
The heat releases me, the steam forgives me
I’ll never forget you
I know how to find you Laughing, crying, tequila and your hats
The Saloon cheers on, the boys sing along
Your face begins to fade
As my endless days parade Your eyes fly open to a taco next to Jack
How do we stop, when da boots wanna stomp?
The lips that begged for life
The body succumbed to knife Loving made by you, an ease that I lack
Frie