Oscar Continues to Wait
The dawn is warm in Havana and although it is still April, the proximity of the majestic summer is felt. Oscar is awake…
Diaries
Buzzkill is My Name
A cheap party to let people thirsty for entertainment let loose with their trashy behavior. Bread and circus, like in ancient Rome.
Mozart’s Requiem at the Havana Cathedral
I could feel Mozart’s spirit, that white light and its shadow. An intimate, healing vibration, despite the sadness embued in this music.
The Girl Dying from Cold
The last activity is a monologue about books. The bookseller holds one up called “Muchacha con frio” (The Cold Girl), and summarizes.
Mi Friend Jose Daniel Ferrer
Right now, Jose Daniel Ferrer is enduring another day of his extended and shameful imprisonment in a Cuban jail.
The Government Lackey on My Block
I’ve never seen her face, although she lives right on my block. I’ve seen the taxi she gets around in & the pick-up truck with tinted windows.
Breakdown of Cuba’s Latest “Elections”
I passed by an old sick man’s house. He brought up the elections. He told me he wouldn’t have gone to the polling place but had no way out…
What It’s Like to Live in a Medical Superpower
“God tightens the noose but doesn’t strangle you,” keeps coming to my mind and he’s really going at it, especially in this medical superpower
An Intimate Collage
I grew up in rural Cuba, my father was a vet, my mother a housewife, without friends or acquaintances to influence my love for art.
How a Simple Process in Cuba Becomes an Ordeal
I didn’t understand why they were so determined not to want to help me? It’s their job, but in Cuba few people want to do their job well.