Letter From the Editor
By The Editor | November 16, 2007
It has been a while since the last issue of La Cuadra hit the streets. Some may have presumed that we folded, or went dormant, or - those who know us better - may have assumed we’d just passed out after a very long night and not yet banished the hangover to wherever it is […]
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What Will We Talk About Today, You and I? By Mohammed Ibn Laith
By administrator | November 16, 2007
When I heard the bomb explode last Saturday the first thing I did was telephone my father. But there was no reply. Again and again and again I tried to phone him. My fingers hurt because I stabbed them onto the buttons on my phone so hard. I fell onto the floor and prayed please […]
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God Bless You Mr. Vonnegut, by Michael Tallon
By The Editor | November 16, 2007
A few nights ago I met a sparkling, lovely couple from some septic backwater of the Great Neighbor to the North. They were overflowing with hope. They had the confidence of youth. They knew that through their activism and energy that their generation would make the difference. Theirs was the cohort […]
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Horoscopes for Barflies - by Mr. Snuggles
By The Editor | November 16, 2007
Aries: (March 21 – April 19) Any attempt to find solace through meditation and aroma therapy is destined to go wrong. Start smoking.
Taurus: (April 20 – May 20) Soon you will meet a tall dark stranger, who will ritually dismember and eat you.
Gemini: (May 21 – June 21) The growth you just […]
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Nuestros Recuerdos Son by Fernando Ortiz Moreira
By The Editor | November 16, 2007
Nuestros recuerdos son
los que quisieron
se pusieron en menores
acabaron con el tiempo
presenciaron una que otra guerra
se apocaron con la ausencia
fueron fuegos incendiarios
y aun quedan cenizas en el aire.
Nuestros recuerdos
son costumbres milenarias
un diario de recetas
familiares.
Nuestros recuerdos vienen
y se quedan
arriban de otro puerto
se embarcan en melancolias
y no tienen distancias ni cruceros.
Nuestros recuerdos
son los visitantes oportunos
cuando algo nos queda
en […]
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The Porch - New Poetry by Earl de Berg
By The Editor | November 16, 2007
A man comes onto the
empty porch to cry
and cares not - or perhaps desires - that
strangers or townsfolk witness his trial.
And we do, including the gas station
attendant and a passing boy.
Both seem sad yet let it pass, as if
not entirely unusual
in this village overlooking
parched summer hills.
The large man, his brown skin burning
through a threadbare t-shirt
framed […]
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El Estado Mental, No Se by Pablo Alvarez
By The Editor | November 16, 2007
Luego de un viaje de muchas horas, llegué de nuevo a mi ciudad. A la cual había jurado nunca volver, a ese lugar lleno de olvido, lleno de frustraciones y fracasos. Quizá, sentía que era una especie de ogro que me devoraba en pedazos, cada vez que me veía vulnerable, me hacía sentirme igual de […]
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My God Smokes Menthols by Jim Knipfel
By The Editor | November 16, 2007
I was standing outside the office having a quick smoke before walking the half-block to the deli, same as every day. For the most part I’m completely (and thankfully) ignored by the hundreds of people who pass by, but this time a man wearing a set of large headphones looked at me and […]
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On the Chicken Bus, by Michael Tallon
By administrator | October 17, 2007
Ever since my days teaching history in Brooklyn I’ve had certain passions. Three are relevant today. First, I passionately love bars. Real bars. Dive bars. Old man bars. Gin joints. Roadhouses. Bars. Second, I passionately love railing against idiot hippies who wander into my bar; and third, I passionately love slinging a bit of historical […]
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