waterfalls

“There is a hidden message in every waterfall. It says, if you are flexible, falling will not hurt you!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

waterfalls

With my flight home only two days away, my buddy decided to take me on a picnic by this waterfall today. He brought along his sister and three girlfriends.

No one was prepared with swim trunks or bathing suit, but a little impromptu dip never hurt anyone.

Upon returning to the hut, we were stunned with the news, the government had decided to include the shutting down of all airports with the 17 day extension of the state of emergency.

I called all four major airlines, they cancelled all flights until June 1st.

Again, my heart surgery will remain on hold.

Wishing everyone all the best.

Be flexible. ❤️

i will love you

i will love you

i will love you
in the silence of your reflection
in the echoes of your pain
with the calm of the mountains
with a passion bordering
sound mind and insane
for I have fallen like a sunset
who blushes as he nears the horizon
with feelings he can’t convey
and should you never be mine
i will remind you of the promise
of tomorrow’s dawn
as i love you
anyway

the dreams I had

the dreams i had

you are the twilight in my eyes
that never blossomed into dawn
the empty nights sans moonlight
imagining the phases of your soul
renouncing the affections of women
to appease this unrequited heart
and all the love it has to give
for you my beloved
I cling to illusions
embracing all the dreams i had
yet never lived

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A song that very much inspires mi. Sabor A Mi (Taste of Me).

I don’t know if eternity has love
But there, just like here
In your mouth you will carry
A taste of me 🎵🎶

doors upon the sea

Poetry under the palm trees continue….

doors upon the sea

who am i to tell the roses
not to bloom
how do I stop the hands of time
or silence a lonely wolf
howling at the moon
how can i not think of you
it’s like asking my heart
to remember not to bleed
or a pianist who lost his hands
to forget his keys
my beautiful muse
tell me I can lock these thoughts out
convince me
I can put doors upon the sea

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Am I wrong to love my muse?

a voice came to me

During a depressing night where my headaches and dizzy spells drained any hope I had, I reached for my phone and discovered an email with a voice recording.

There were delightful pauses in this one sided conversation, but everything about the message, her soft voice, her pauses, her sweetness revitalized me.

Sadly, this little poem does not do justice. I dedicate this to that voice to die for. Thank you. 🌹

a voice came to me

loneliness thundered
when a soft voice came to me
landing on my five o’clock shadow
like a lightning bug
determined to tickle my cheek
while her little healing light
outshined my torment
stifling the echoes inside my heart
as her deafening silence spoke to me
her voice shined like the stars
illuminating my night
resembling a constellation of fireflies
absorbing the darkness
in my universe of misery

Maria Luna

Maria Luna

This photo was taken by me during happier times. My ex Ally hugging her Godmother Maria Luna.

Maria was the first person to notice a very young Ally infatuated with the Americano from the beach. She was instrumental in bringing us together, and no one celebrated more at our wedding.

During her final years, she had lost her eyesight and alzheimer’s had stolen her memory. She rarely recognized her children.

But whenever I kissed her palm, she immediately perked up. “Andresito.” She always said I was the only man who ever kissed her palm.

She taught me along with the infinite sacrifice, there was greatness in being a housewife.

Maria Luna was 97 years young when she passed earlier this morning.

stop the presses

stop the presses

This happened my first Sunday on the island (Feb 23rd).

Axel’s baptism party was packed with guests. His parents were busy with the photographer, it was up to me to play host. Seeing so many beautiful women in the crowd, I welcomed the opportunity.

After my months of illness, this was my chance to prove I still got it. (Sorry ladies, I was born with a disbaility. I am a man and this is important).

(Cue in 007 theme music).

Started mingling, complimenting, and flirting.

As the night wore on, more and more ladies told me I looked different. Now, how different could I appear after three months?

Finally, one young lady told me “you look distinguished.”

Later that night, tossing and turning in bed, I replayed that one word, “distinguished”.

A frantic dash to the mirror.

No lines on my forehead. I smiled into the mirror. No laugh lines. Hair was still jet black and on my head. WHAT A RELIEF.

Then, I saw it, or should I say THEM.

There were a half dozen gray hairs at my right temple. Quickly looked and yeah, the left side too.

Today is my birthday. Can someone, please, ease my newly discovered distinguished soul.

Lonely Author Stranded

Lonely Author Stranded

I am a firm believer of things happening the way they were mean to happen.

Yesterday evening, the Dominican government shutdown all flights through April 30th. Jetblue was not able to accomodate me on the last emergency flight leaving to Costa Rica.

The United States Embassy asked all remaining Americans to find safe shelter to wait out the process. They implied any last emergency flights out of the country may be risky since they suspect several people with coronoavirus symptoms may be trying to escape the island in search of proper medical treatment.

Fifty plus doctors have tested positive. Dozens of police officer, too. Patient’s testing positive for coronavirus are thrown in an isolated room, where nurses and doctors are fearful of entering since there are no respirators or proper treatment available.

Taking advantage of the curfews and civil unrest, young thugs have taken to the streets since police presence is low. One police officer was killed in one town. Several police men injured in others.

Will speak to my doctor later in the day. Surgery will be cancelled & rescheduled for late May. My pills will run out soon. Will ask the doctor to suggest equivalent replacements. Nurse will assist me to find the meds.

Holed up in my hut.

Writing poetry, editing novels.

Feeling inspired.

Please, be safe.

at the edge of an eclipse

at the edge of an eclipse

a slow dance
our cheeks melting
my melancholy clinging to your soul
i shut off the moon
so we dance at the edge of an eclipse
as my loneliness gyrates
in the darkness
pressing gently against your hips
I inhale your womanhood
it inspires me to kiss
a poem onto your neck
the one I could never think of
the one confessing
I desperately need you
darling
i am slowly dying of love

My Thank You Tribute to Resa

My Thank You Tribute To Resa

Not so long ago, my dizzy spells and skull pounding headaches returned, breaking my spirit. Like an angel in the night (or out of an alley) Resa delivered a post dedicated to me. This beautiful gesture returned light and hope to my little hut.

Laguna Gri Gri is one of the Dominican Republic’s major bird sanctuaries, set along a peaceful lagoon flanked by thick mangroves. When I took these photos, my intention was to contribute a series of murals to Resa’ inspiring blog. Sadly, my health and the lockdown due to the virus extinguished my plans.

I will do my best to do this in Resa’s unique, artistic tour guide style.

This serious faced native who Lonely Author decided to name The Serious Faced Native is the first face we see as we enter the santuary. I believe the artist wanted to convey the need to respect nature (depicted in the feather and butterfly).

The black web behind her, I see it as a dream catcher. For me, this represents Resa. She spends her days capturing the dreams of artist’s and murals. Sharing these works of art with the world with the serious determination of The Serious Faced Native.

I named this painting Flor Bonita (Beautiful Flower). Wearing a flower in her hair Flor watches the flight of beautiful birds and the growing psychedelic flower before her. Like Resa, Flor admires the beauty of self expresson and creativity.

By her expression (mouth open in awe) Flor is dazzled by this beauty. Look at the shadows on Flor. She is facing the sun. For me this represents the warmth and brilliance of my beautiful friend Resa. Her caring heart (which she has colored purple just for me) and soul is a light that needs to be treasured in this time of darkness we are living in.

Half Face Moon is the mystery behind the amazing artist known as Resa. Drawn by an artist named Patricia, Half Face Moon displays some of her talent and beauty, but like Resa, there is so much gorgeousness hidden below the surface, sort of like the other side of the moon. Resa and Half Face Moon are the promise of the other side of creativity and love.

Then, we move on to Belly Button Door Knob Man. Now, I would have to do heavy drugs to associate this frog man with Resa. I can only think the door knob in his belly button is a representation of Resa opening the doors to creativity, welcoming it with her wonderful open arms. (Ha, I tried).

I end this with this stunning mural of a sunset as seen from the shores of the Dominican Republic. In the distance a ship appears. It looks like Columbus has discovered the New World.

Perhaps, he discovered a world of beauty, and creativity, and love. No doubt he has discovered Resa and Graffiti Lux Arts.

Resa thank you for your caring and support. Like an Angel of Art and Creativity, you came to me at a time I most needed it. My heart thanks you.

❤️❤️❤️