Alex Diaz-Granados

“Wiseass,” the old man said with gruff wry amusement. “Third condition: It’s a one-way trip back to 1972. This isn’t like in that Stephen King story, ’11/22/63,’ where there’s a gateway back to 2022 that you can slip through whenever you want. This is a one-way trip back in time.” “Well, that’s okay. There’s nothing…

November Morning, 2022: A Haiku

Nov 23, 2022

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Alex Diaz-Granados

in Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry

Pewter-skied gray dawn Bleary-eyed, sleep-deprived, tired I wait for sunshine

Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T: Music from the Original Blog Soundtrack

Nov 22, 2022

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Alex Diaz-Granados

in Blogging, Cheryl T, Coral Estates Park (Miami-area Neighborhood), Coral Park Elementary School, John Williams (Composer), Music, Personal Thoughts

Last week, as many of you know, I wrote a series of posts in the “memoir” category I call Tempus Fugit (Time Flies) about a boy, a girl, and their painfully brief schoolyard romance at Coral Park in November of 1972. I called it Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T – 50 Years Later, and even…

Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T- 50 Years Later (Epilogue)

Nov 21, 2022

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Alex Diaz-Granados

in Blogging, Cheryl T, Coral Park Elementary School, First Love, Life in South Florida, Personal History, Personal Thoughts, Tempus fugit

I never even talked about Cheryl much with “the girl who came after,” and – I don’t know why the fuck I did this – what little I did say was not true. I don’t remember what cockamamie story I told K the few times that she asked about the girl I had left behind,…