Collapse
Made in ‘lockdown’ by my son and me, this is our latest short film. #ShortFilm #Collapse #Lockdown He saw the end of the world approaching fast. He thought he owned his life, and he felt lonely. But no one is … Continue reading Collapse
Milk of Amnesia
Recovery Room When I woke up from my involuntary Propofol trip I was in the recovery room. I was lying on an ambulatory bed. There were five people in the room. A male nurse was removing tubes and needles from my arm. He appeared to be Latino. Next to me there was another bed with a female patient on it, I couldn’t tell what her race was. A young white female nurse was helping her. Across the room I could barely see an Asian head rising above the counter of a tall desk. It took me two seconds to recognize … Continue reading Milk of Amnesia
AMERIKKKA
*This is a short story in the form of a film script. INT. interrogation room A man, SUSPECT (30-40 year-old Latino) wears an ORANGE UNIFORM. He sits on a chair at the end of a table, facing the only door … Continue reading AMERIKKKA
A Box of Grapes
Visalia grapes are of the best quality in Central California and certainly in the entire State of California, probably better than in the entire USA and possibly in the whole world, without falling in the awful sin of exaggeration. At least that’s what Juanito thought. Juanito was a third-grader at Elbow Creek elementary school. His dad worked in the fields where after a ten-hour work day, each worker was allowed to take a free box of grapes. That day, his dad proudly gave it to Juanito and said, “Here son, the whole box is just for you. You don’t need to … Continue reading A Box of Grapes
Lost
Young and daring freedom loving fearless punkAddicted to excess school he flunkedFound love early the free bird also found a cageNever ending bliss decreased he then turned to rage Went to Vegas risked it all and lost even the houseDefeated he returned feeling smaller than a mouseHis pride he also lost but one thing he gained . . . a divorceNow he lost his mind his soul and all there’s nothing worse Pawned his ring and bought a gunPut it against his temple now he’s goneBetter learn a lesson my sonSimple truth I’m a bad example now I’m in hellJust … Continue reading Lost
Brothers
Born from the same genes and innermostSperm and ovaries, root and soilEqual and yet so differentUnequal and so indifferentSame blood both waysSeparate litter, separate mind, soul and all else tooNursed and bred by the same hand and rulesHeartless and faked … Continue reading Brothers
Me Gusta Y Me Disgusta
Me gusta la poesía en prosaPorque no tengo la obligación forzada de encontrarPalabras con un final similarY también la otra clase, la poesía en rima. Más bonita y más difícilLa que le habla al amor y el amor escucha.Por cada cosa que me gusta alguna otra me disgusta . . .Me disgusta el orgullo inútil, patriótico e inservibleDe la gente enamorada únicamente de su propio paísQue egoístamente piensa que el suyo es el mejorCuando la humanidad debería ser una sola familia, un solo paísUn solo mundo sin fronteras sin barreras ni muros de separaciónMe gusta la democracia que permite cada … Continue reading Me Gusta Y Me Disgusta
It’s Like . . .
Killing an ant with a nuclear bomb, total exaggerationStoning a woman right after she’s been raped, abominationCreating the final solution to exterminate a wandering nationInexplicable and contradictive, killing cancer with radiationTormenting and torturing without mitigation Crying at the bottom of the sea to drown your sorrowFighting foreign wars all over the world, non-stop in a rowCommitting suicide today for things that will disappear tomorrowSaint Sebastian expiring and receiving another arrowAsking money from a beggar, when he has nothing to borrow God never lies you can’t insistBegging God to make me believe he doesn’t existAsking God to become friends with Satan … Continue reading It’s Like . . .
Holy Water and Other Stuff
I’d like to know how potent and effective holy water is. I’d like to know whether the Pope can have more blessing powers than a simple priest. I’d like to know how far would a drop of holy water reach in the ocean? Would the entire ocean be blessed, along with the rest of the oceans on the planet? Does a gallon of holy water has more reach than just one drop? And if I throw holy water on the ground, would the entire Earth be blessed too? Along with all animals and humans in the world, including a heretic … Continue reading Holy Water and Other Stuff
Nirvana
The middle is a convenient and easy place to be, where no arguments or controversies exist. The middle is a comfortable neutral point where conformity shares space with submission. The middle is a tedious place where no one, voluntarily should remain for a long time. Life is meant to be a continuous experiment. The middle is fine, but only temporarily. I must go to the extremes, both extremes. I should never be static, I should never allow myself to be overtaken by docility or mediocrity. I would rather be invisible than mediocre. If I ever get lost, I should dig … Continue reading Nirvana
