The Red Butterfly, Part Ten – That Is Where He Died
Short Story “I told you that we would meet again,” said Augustín. “You were right.” “I am always right, Americano,” he said as he closed the door behind us. We entered a small space...
Author: Sergio Remon Alvarez
The Red Butterfly, Part Eight – I Danced With Duende
Short Story “I danced for El Cuadillo,” Anna said, bringing me out of my dark thoughts. “I danced for him. And I made a bargain with him.” “When was this?” “A long time ago,” she...
Slow Travel: An Amateur Drinks Wine
Non-Fiction I am no expert on Wine. In a blind taste test, I probably wouldn’t able to distinguish one wine from another, one vintage from another, or one grape from another. Neither would I...
The Red Butterfly, Part Seven – I Hope It Hurts
Short Story “Why did you tell them to go that way?” said Anna. “Why not?” said Carlos. “Because it is the wrong way. Because you have sent them to Plaza de Lavapiés.” “And so?”...
The Red Butterfly, Part Five – Vamos A Candela
Short Story I waited outside the Tablao for her to come out, I lit a cigarette and pulled my collar up against the wind. I smoked the cigarette and when I finished it, I smoked...
The Red Butterfly, Part Four – Just An American Fantasy
Short Story The music faded and the lights dimmed. “Ahora vamos,” said Pablo as two men stepped on stage from behind heavy curtains. They were both trim and dressed in black. One man was just...
Elena Ferrante: The Story of a Name
Non-Fiction What does Elena Ferrante have in common with Mark Twain? How about George Sand, George Eliot, C.S. Forester, Ford Maddox Ford? Who are these people? Aaron Wolfe, Anthony Burgess, Anne Perry, Ayn Rand,...
The Red Butterfly, Part Three – That Is Why You Are Here
Short Story I sat at a table to the right of the stage. From this angle, nothing is hidden from view. That is, nothing that mattered to me. The audience members who face the...
The Red Butterfly, Part Two – El Banderillero
Short Story I sat on a stool at the zinc bar in a tablao on Calle Cañizares with a roja, small plates of tapas–consisting of lomo de cerdo embuchado, jamon serrano–and some olives; I waited...
America’s New Leader: How Did Trump Win The Election?
In the hours and days since Donald Trump, real estate tycoon and reality television star, won the presidential election of 2016, people have taken to the streets in protest. They have signs, they...
Northern Light
Poem The light was still ours. It leaked from your eyes And your smudged hand Remains forever poised over Blank sheet. Night is never ending In that, we can agree. What little sun...
Strange Chinese Hat
Poem There is Pâquerette in sepia toned photographs like a ghost in strange Chinese hat and shimmering dark dress. She sits beside Pablo in the old cafe on boulevard Raspail. Their knees nudge...
