Monday, November 28, 2011


Juan de Bermudez and a marauding band of merchant bankers discover a mysterious island, where out of limestone cracks and crevices spring scattershot cedars that grin and growl.

They soon arrive at the uneasy consensus that they are too late to claim the devil island as a new territory (the houses were not their first clue, but i do not wish to trouble the reader with the myriad of delusions that trouble the sleep of these brave men).

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Friday, November 11, 2011

This is like deja vu all over again

Don't you just hate it when cruise ships double park? Darned meter maid, dreaming meretritious dreams, missing what is as plain as the nose on a tourist's puffy, sun-flecked face.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011