Rest in peace, W.S. Merwin

I became hooked more than 30 years ago, the first time I encountered his poems in The Carrier of Ladders. It was beautiful, stunning, strange. Sad to hear Merwin has moved on. As for the rest of us, well … We continue by W S MerwinFor Galway Kinnell The rust a little pile of western color […]

El día de los muertos

(To read El Gringo Feo’s Costa Rica Diary from the beginning, start here.) Friday, October 26 “Only against death does man cry out in vain.” — Malcolm Lowry At this time of year, my mind wanders the streets of Urubamba in Peru’s Sacred Valley. I brush past the spirits of Incan warriors who roamed the area […]