Orphan in Toledo

Note from the Editor: Cal Corso. Actor, poet, frenetic wild child and the natural leader of this band of hooligans. Orphaned as a small boy and raised by his aunt. Moved to California in 2017 accompanied by Jude Moonlight where he fell in with an odd assortment of characters and has since been leapfrogging from …

The Prado

Inspiration has many faces, and sometimes it can leave you spellbound to the point that you see no reason to do anything else, because you feel the overwhelming feeling that everything’s been done already. It’s why I’m wary of museums. Of course it’s a matter of perspective, depending on the individual and the choices they …

Plaza Mayor

A Lesson in Presence The sky was cast in a deep azure glow, illuminating the dark outline of the clouds at night, just above the aura of gold shining from the lights below.  This was Plaza Mayor, in the heart of the old town, where people drank wine and champagne, smoked cigars, ate good food, …

nylon guitars & hearts in madrid

I looked for the center of the city. I wanted to see where everyone congregated in the capital, so I started toward Plaza Mayor and Puerta del Sol. The first thing I noticed was that the streets were very narrow, romantic like something out of a movie.  Every so often a dude zipped by on …

“What did I just see?”

My feet were in Madrid. My head was lost somewhere in the woods of America. Technically I had no home, and for the better part of a month, I’d been on the road before heading to Europe. I'd left the west coast. I'd grown to love it, but the world outside was calling. I started …

Knights of Toledo

Hidden from the city An outpost, abandoned dry Graffiti on the walls I stand up, I try, to frame the sky at dusk The river running through, The bridge of cobblestone, The lonesome strung-out croon The whole world's waiting From the gaping canyons, high to the European sundowns As the mighty knights they cry: Welcome …

An Elderly Man Dreams of Spain

He's broken down, exhausted, his back in great pain But his heart is resolved, inside's thunder and rain. And though his feet can't carry the weight of his motion He looks east and is merry for the promise 'cross the ocean. He dreams of Madrid and Seville, and the running of the Bulls Pamplona, Barcelona, …

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