Dreams I’ve had They come They go Where to? I don’t know. Hopes are fleeting Here today Gone tomorrow Like a bird flitting around. What lasts? I don’t know Not dreams Not hope What’s to do? I woke one day got dressed ate breakfast and ran away Seeking something A feeling, maybe Perhaps love Perhaps ...

Thanksgiving, the holiday between Halloween and Christmas. Taught in schools as a three-day harvest festival celebrated by the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag tribe in 1621. All we know about the day is a reprinted reference by Edward Winslow from the Mourt’s Relation: D.B. Heath, ed. Applewood Books. Cambridge, 1986, p. 82: “And God be praised we ...

There was a path they took to get to the underground pub that night. Bikes bouncing on the cobblestone, like galloping horses of carbon fiber. Each crack making an even bigger, hollow echo as it diminished under the rubber tire. The shift itself? 7:30-1 am. The observations made in the journey before and after? Timeless. ...

As you stroll down Calle Ocho the bold colors, reggaetón music and mouthwatering smells become more apparent the deeper you venture. This northern Miami community feels more like an extension of Havana, Cuba than a traditional southern American town. Little Havana, formerly called Riverside/Shenandoah, grew in population by becoming homes to many Cuban natives around 1960. ...