Earlier this month, took my son to see LaLaLand, then tried to play “City of Stars” on the ukulele. That’s when tendons in my carpal tunnel snapped. Makes it hard to hold a fork, so I used my fingers to hold the chicken while I cut it up this morning for the dog’s breakfast. That’s when I stabbed my finger. Mercury turns direct on May 4. I’d cross my fingers but, well…
In the heart of Punta Carretas, 19th-century colonialism meets 20th-century capitalism in the midst of 21st-century globalism. Our Lady of the Sacred Heart keeps her eye on everything.
The southern most point of Montevideo, Uruguay.
Heading south to Uruguay in less than a month after fifteen years away. Getting so excited, I’m sketching the place in advance. Thanks, Google Maps!
Birds of South America
When summer comes, los uruguayos perch
Themselves on Maldonado’s Punta shore
Like seagulls, each aims a firm, fat belly
Boiled eggs in salted sun.
Across the border
Beyond the Rio de la Plata’s breeze
Argentinos strut through Buenos Aires
Proud as peacocks, their tilted coccyges
Bent back, cocksure, as if supporting plumes
Of opalescent eyes.
Over the Andes
In war-torn Santiago, los chilenos cuddle
Nuzzle—all in cooing, kissing pairs
A flock of plaza pigeons, not people
I mock them all, yes, yes—but I’m regal
Soaring above, a bald-headed eagle
Started sketching while waiting to pick up my son from school. Then the bell rang, so I didn’t get to finish. Still, this small study seems to stand on its own.
There’s a new skyscraper, the highest west of Chicago, going up downtown…