Author Archives: Angela Chaidez Vincent

Sometimes one poet can cross barriers. Sometimes no one is aware. 10. We talk about Jack. Jack H. is always inside Puccini’s on Columbus Street. Under a deific religious and rebel light, as if Dalí had painted him ascending over Cadaqués. I wave at him. Outside on the street. I keep rollin. The Bear Claw isContinue reading “Juan Felipe Herrera – Johnni Capp Street | Notes from Donut Land 10”

Name “a window to somewhere and nowhere.” That’s enough. 9. I go back to Capp Street # 3rd floor. Futon on the flooor. I can see Twin Peaks from the window in the am.  No furniture, no TV. Margo says I am ridiculous. Because. I have only two things to eat. One: Half of aContinue reading “Juan Felipe Herrera – Johnni Capp Street | Notes from Donut Land 9”

Invisibility. What is it? Who’s invisible? All of us? How? 8.  Frank takes off. Where he goes no one knows. He’s free. He lives his life. He has many lives. There’s a million donuts in Donut Land. My mother, Lucy, gave me at tray of Arroz con Leche. It’s at Frank’s place. You gotta haveContinue reading “Juan Felipe Herrera – Johnni Capp Street | Notes from Donut Land 8”