Author Archives: Ian Amidon
They rest in rows
Collecting dust and grime
Hollowed bodies with echoing stories
Sounds that never saw the light of day
Seasoned strings of bronze, nickel and steel
Whiskey stained rosewood
Hints of DNA and dead skin on trial*
Not dead, but dormant
Not finished, just resting
The first of many. My sad attempt at poetry.
* indicates my nod to Green Day
Quick shout out to this little gem. A small Latin Cuisine food trailer nestled in an alley, shaded by buildings with a mild draft to keep you cooled. Two tables and a chef named Alex Arango. Accompanied with a small yet simple menu, you’ll be satisfied. Stop drooling, order your food, sit and eat the damn thing and thank me later.