Collective Haikus

We wrote these Haikus in efervescent tropical heat, the dried-up hills of Nosara collided with the growl of howler monkeys.
There were five of us. Though sometimes I think there was only one, but who?

To the crazy bunch in Nosara

We wrote these Haikus in efervescent tropical heat, the dried-up hills of Nosara collided with the growl of howler monkeys.

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Poetry: Satisfaction

To one of the greatest conversations, your last.

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Todos se merecen un saludo

Avenida Siete.

El vapor luego de la lluvia de la tarde.

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Nuestro tercer hogar: las presas.

Cuesta creer que cuando nos vayamos a morir, habremos pasado dos años enteros de nuestras vidas en algun modo de transporte. También, es iluso pensar que eventualmente la cantidad de automóviles disminuya; es algo imposible a menos de que haya un giro brusco en la tecnología, cultura e infraestructura de transporte que maneja nuestra sociedad. De ahora en adelante, será imposible evitar las presas.

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Speed limit: 30

What’s the deal with turning 30? It’s as though we hit a speed bump after it. 

When I was 18 years old, just leaving the psychological storm that was high school and embarking into a world of unknowns, questions, answers and frustrations, age 30 seemed so far, that many of my dreams could possibly come true before then. Now that I’m reaching said age, I realize many of them have, just not the way we imagine them.

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Jennifer Lawrence, Isis, and the double-edged sword called Journalism

What do a startlet’s leaked photos, extremist beheadings and an empire’s demise tell us about the path of journalism?

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