Short Takes...# 5

“Monday, Monday” was the only number 1 hit in the U.S. for the classic group, The Mamas and the Papas.  For some of us, today is more like "Blue Monday" a song popularized in a recording by Fats Domino in 1956. Whatever is your choice, this Monday is a good day!  Why? 'Cause you get to glimpse Holman; read a little McGinnis and reflect some on Torres.

Geoffrey D. Holman

Geoffrey D. Holman is a renaissance man.  A published author, playwright, spoken word performance artist, visual artist and director of original theatre, he is working on a first novel, as well as a third collection of poetry and illustration. He is in the process of staging three new plays in New York City and various states. And just as important, Mr. Holman resides in The Bronx, New York, original home of aaduna’s publisher, bill berry.  His exhibition will be in the Borders Gallery.

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Colin McGinnis

 

 

Colin McGinnis is the type of person you want to invite to your garden party or anything that is a party. He is witty, considerate, charming and “old school” while staying contemporary. And no, we are not his publicists. Anyway, you need to get into his writing and will just have to wait for him to finish and publish his manuscript. Here is a brief excerpt from the opening of chapter 16 of “Roadman:”

He crossed north from el paso texas to the mexican state of coahila riding the high chaparral like a ghost. Crossing the arid plains of northern san louis potosi, he threaded his way to the sierras de catorce and the sierra los picachos del tuanlillo highlands without catching sight of another man or woman till a lone shepherd’s fire beaconed and he begged leave to sleep against its roaring flame.

Feeling neither a kindred bond, nor alienation with the tribes’ people met tumbleweeding past border towns and lone haciendas, he kept his eyes open and his ears cocked. The state’s inhabitants were as different to him as a scottsman was to a german. Unlike the tribes of the north, this land’s original inhabitants were not forced into reservations. Instead, they clung to their tiny slivers of land between vast estates. Sandwiched between mountain and vale, each village had a small church and a tienda to sell basic supplies tending to the needs of sprit and flesh.

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Raquel Torres

Raquel Torres, a Canadian citizen born in Lisbon, Portugal and currently residing in Algarve, Portugal, has taught and lectured at the university-level, as well as at the secondary school level.  Published in several literary journals, three of her poems grace aaduna’s fall issue. 

the love prowler

I am a high roller under stress

I unleash all my uncertain counterparts
  in search of balance, of the chosen path

Although the sights look familiar

                nothing in their texture or dialogue
                reveals the pre-established plot of my choice
The struggle remains only between me and I
The doubts lie sunk deeply in us two.

Read the rest of “the love prowler” along with “Philip” and “A touch of infinity” when the fall issue is launched.