IGUANA empty in peach sun above the beach morning drinks at the guru beach club for world travelers rich enough to afford luxury our terrace awakes to mango pudding heat and hummus humidity soaking rich and poor in mexican majesty or yucatán misery swimming with the lizards isn’t for everybody survival depends on the lizard
TURTLES you couldn’t see them at first but they were out there bobbing helmeted heads riding the tide ancient surfers from faraway lands a thousand miles away swimming toward edgy earth to accept Ixchel’s help in choosing a mate connecting in cosmic unity giving birth to new life that awakened in sifting sand before crawling […]
SATORI my first drink off the menu brought mescal and pepper salt to cracked dry lips a welcome drink at the guru beach club bar ah, good, sings a brown-faced jack kerouac diety in a song sung by a black messenger bird sand seeker suckers at the bar don’t hear jack’s melody i whistle back […]
Maya moon goddess Ixchel guards the entrance to Punta Sur. Giver of life to humans and nature, she protects women above all, offering refuge on this island of women from pirates who plunder at their own risk. Marauders die. Ixchel lives. Giving birth to purple rainbows, our mighty ancient diety gives us love when […]
Surrounded by dancing palm trees, pristine white sandy beach and an aquamarine lagoon bordering the Caribbean Sea, I told the bartender where I was from. “Scranton, Pennsylvania,” I said. The deeply tanned young woman’s eyes immediately lit like burning turquoise gemstones glistening in the afternoon Mexican sun. “No,” I said before she could respond. “Don’t […]
