Review of Spalding Gray’s Impossible Vacation… Kinda — I’m tired of myself. I’m tired of saying I’m tired. I’m tired of saying life has become hectic and chaotic. So I’ll stop. Soon. If my memory serves me right, there might be one or two drafts worth publishing that might involve me talking about how tired I am. I…

Bubbles, Planes and a Sedated Lake — I close the door like a sheriff at the twilight of mischief. My heart feels like the couch my friend asked for help with. Line after line, on planes I ride to other lands. The light of other moons, stepping on strange afternoons, the sweetener of their teas, and the different meanings of…

On Issues of Form, Content and Feedback — Fernando Londono was addressing Colombia’s congress when a Senator stood up, upset by the legislation proposed, walked towards the podium, and spat a loogie that landed squarely on the then Secretary of Interior of Colombia’s face. In Colombia, you can get killed for less. You don’t even have to hold…

Solo Performance of Skating Into Trauma — Okay, fine. I’m an asshole; just one delusional asshole. I thought I would never break my early morning routine. For more than 13 years, I’ve been waking up around five in the morning. …

The gates to my soul are jet black — Long I craved for those watery eyes; the color that so represents Caribbean dreams and criminal getaways. Like my mom did when she dyed her hair golden sand against her piel canela — her cinnamon skin. Completed her imperialistic stance with emerald eyes made out of plastic film and glass. …

A litany of worries, snarks and complaints — That thing in my eye, that thing in my teeth, that thing in my stomach, that thing in my skin. It’s gone now. Don’t worry, there are more things to come to ruin my life, if I let down my guard. Oh, my fucking god, there is always a thing! …

A caravan of Mexican flags on Chicago streets — Do you feel like an Italian mobster when you go to steakhouses? I do, too. Maybe it is the red vinyl upholstery, the dimmed lights, the cloth napkins. Or maybe is the feeling that the servers know their place and they won’t attempt any funny business like putting tuna or…