Articles by: Drew Boulos

Pen to Paper: “For my brother”

When I left my brother said the house had a tangible lacking empty like hollowed stone – no, like snapshots from before.   I guess I liked the music loud or maybe just enough to drown the downstairs shuffle, you know, the thing that stalls the morning.   You see, these are the first days of spring when I find […]

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Pen to Paper: “Parque María Luisa”

Was muddled pond water and scaling wrought-iron fences. Soggy Cruzcampo wrappers and tattered tobacco rollers etched into turf. Groves of orange trees created a hideout of citrus and mint, covering us from the ay guapa and the chica, chica, es su hombre? of town. The checkered blanket stolen from your Señora. A bottle of white hucked against the tree bark, […]