Viejo San Juan Archives

Que Tiempos Aquellos en Mi Viejo San Juan

Viejo San Juan

I remembered my proud beginnings. I had been in the showroom for three whole days. Brand spanking new. The spotlights bounced off my fire-engine red paint and chrome curves like newly blown glass from Murano. It felt like a summer dream: warm, glamorous, and entirely deserved. By day, people openly admired me. By night, they pressed their noses against the spotless glass, fogging it with desire. I thrived at it. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched the salesmen, each morning, scowl and polish away the greasy fingerprints and nose prints left behind by my admirers. ...

Features

Promise

Second Voice

A Different Country

Interviews

Spotlight On Writers – Maksymilian Tchoń

Spotlight On Writers – Pamela Ebel

Interview Q&A With Gloria Ogo

Stalled System

Spots

Going Solo

Recuerdos

Que Tiempos Aquellos en Mi Viejo San Juan

Viejo San Juan

Second Voice

Spotlight On Writers – Maksymilian Tchoń

Whispers of the Boyne

A Different Country

The Space Between

You!

Promise

Sipping with Queens and Angels

Hate To See Me Coming

Byłam Kiedyś

Spring Equinox

Rediscovering Life!