“Last Night’s Fiesta”

By John Anthony Fingleton   The fiesta went on all night, Finally finishing at 5 AM, When the streets were handed back to the dogs. Not sure if their barking Was a protest of missing all that polka mixed with Rap? Or they were only dogs –just being dogs. Myself I missed the pyrotechnics, Well … Continue reading “Last Night’s Fiesta”


By John Anthony Fingleton   I will come and see you again when the hemlock trees are in full bloom, after the monsoon rains have passed that conflict with the moon. There we will walk on loamy soil to where the cabin had once stood, and talk of things remembered in the days of our childhood. … Continue reading “Rebuilding”