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All throughout Arcadia, at this time of year, people gather with their loved ones. They make time to get together. It is a time for family and love. But for some, Christmas time is anything but merry and bright. While … Read More

Walls exist everywhere in our lives, mi amigos. Restricting, restraining and confining us to live within their parameters. We build these walls, they are our own construction. Walls to hide ourselves behind, or smaller walls of boxes that we hide … Read More

El Mariachi Muerte casts a lonely figure. Leaving the dusty old bar behind him, he walks a lonely road. He’s been drinking, but it hasn’t managed to ease his heartache. ♫ I’ve gotta take a little time A little time … Read More

♫ I see a red door And I want it painted black No colours anymore I want them to turn black ♫ Throughout history, every generation has its share of artists that see themselves as visionaries. Believing they have honed … Read More

El Mariachi Muerte sits against a certain infamous, yet secretive door in No Man’s Land. He holds a photo of Gemini in one hand, a half drunken bottle of tequila in the other. “Truth is, mi amiga… not always the … Read More

El Mariachi Muerte sits beneath the shade of a Juniper tree. Within it, a bird sings a beautiful song. “A trip through the Groves can be illuminating for those attuned to hear its music.” “Take this bird, tweeting happily in … Read More

♫ When Death went down to the river And He came to fall; to lose it all To fool the fool too quick to call While the gambler’s stacks grew bigger He had lost his sights through narrowed eyes Too … Read More

They say a rooster sings even on the day it ends up in the pot. The rooster rules the coup. With chest full of puffery and bravado, it sits itself atop the proverbial pecking order. In a world of chickens, … Read More

♫ I stand on the cliffs with my son next to me. This island, our prison, our home. ♫ A good father knows that his child follows his example more than his advice. Legend tells of a man named Daedalus. … Read More

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine… It is said that memories are the sweetest flowers of all the seasons of life. But for one who has lost those sweet memories, … Read More