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Isabel Alvear

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