Guillermo Parra
@venepoetics.bsky.social
🇻🇪 🇺🇸 Poet & translator. Clearwater, FL
I finished reading Laura van den Berg’s novel State of Paradise (2024). I especially enjoyed its focus on the I-4 corridor of Florida as part of the novel’s landscape.
November 30, 2025 at 3:35 AM
I finished reading Laura van den Berg’s novel State of Paradise (2024). I especially enjoyed its focus on the I-4 corridor of Florida as part of the novel’s landscape.
Saturday night afterglow on the Gulf of Mexico.
July 13, 2025 at 1:20 AM
Saturday night afterglow on the Gulf of Mexico.
Last night on Stevenson Creek.
June 23, 2025 at 4:35 PM
Last night on Stevenson Creek.
Now I’m at chapter 61 of Moby-Dick. I took a 🚲 ride to Old Clearwater Bay tonight. Melville makes you notice the sea more closely.
May 17, 2025 at 12:48 AM
Now I’m at chapter 61 of Moby-Dick. I took a 🚲 ride to Old Clearwater Bay tonight. Melville makes you notice the sea more closely.
My rereading of Moby Dick continues. What a vastly entertaining & philosophically profound novel it is, Melville is like a high art soap opera writer, each chapter pulling you into the next.
May 10, 2025 at 1:02 AM
My rereading of Moby Dick continues. What a vastly entertaining & philosophically profound novel it is, Melville is like a high art soap opera writer, each chapter pulling you into the next.
Gulf of Mexico moonrise on Indian Rocks Beach tonight.
April 29, 2025 at 3:04 AM
Gulf of Mexico moonrise on Indian Rocks Beach tonight.
Cambridge Common (poem draft, 4/17/25)
April 17, 2025 at 8:18 PM
Cambridge Common (poem draft, 4/17/25)
Philip Lamantia (1967/2025)
April 3, 2025 at 3:03 AM
Philip Lamantia (1967/2025)
In the rail yards on tonight’s ride 🚲
March 28, 2025 at 12:33 AM
In the rail yards on tonight’s ride 🚲
Afterglow sentinels
February 26, 2025 at 1:02 AM
Afterglow sentinels
Sunday night downtown
February 17, 2025 at 3:03 AM
Sunday night downtown
Stephen Spender (1933)
February 13, 2025 at 3:36 AM
Stephen Spender (1933)
A poem by Patricia Guzmán (Caracas, 1960-2025), in my English translation. R.I.P.
February 7, 2025 at 8:10 PM
A poem by Patricia Guzmán (Caracas, 1960-2025), in my English translation. R.I.P.
Patricia Guzmán (1960-2025)
February 5, 2025 at 12:36 AM
Patricia Guzmán (1960-2025)
Saturdays are for the Grateful Dead.
February 1, 2025 at 7:55 PM
Saturdays are for the Grateful Dead.
You can see Venus tonight over the Gulf of Mexico, here in Clearwater.
January 24, 2025 at 11:58 PM
You can see Venus tonight over the Gulf of Mexico, here in Clearwater.
Downtown Sunday night
December 30, 2024 at 4:13 AM
Downtown Sunday night
Golden Gulf tonight on Indian Rocks beach
December 24, 2024 at 1:38 AM
Golden Gulf tonight on Indian Rocks beach
Back in the 1970s and 1980s, there was a Howard Johnson’s in Bourne, MA, right as you crossed the bridge onto Cape Cod. I remember stopping there sometimes with my parents or my grandmother, on the way to or from the Cape.
December 22, 2024 at 2:04 PM
Back in the 1970s and 1980s, there was a Howard Johnson’s in Bourne, MA, right as you crossed the bridge onto Cape Cod. I remember stopping there sometimes with my parents or my grandmother, on the way to or from the Cape.
Diane di Prima’s final edition of her long poem Revolutionary Letters (2021) is Poundian in how the book is a (political) autobiography written over a lifetime, using the poem to filter, comment on & evoke the current age as the poet herself lives it.
December 17, 2024 at 4:09 AM
Diane di Prima’s final edition of her long poem Revolutionary Letters (2021) is Poundian in how the book is a (political) autobiography written over a lifetime, using the poem to filter, comment on & evoke the current age as the poet herself lives it.
Diane di Prima (2021)
December 14, 2024 at 3:25 PM
Diane di Prima (2021)
Two moons & a planet on tonight’s bike ride.
December 3, 2024 at 11:45 PM
Two moons & a planet on tonight’s bike ride.
Great find today, the paperback of Auster’s final novel, I’ll interrupt my reading of Moby-Dick to start this tonight.
December 1, 2024 at 7:30 PM
Great find today, the paperback of Auster’s final novel, I’ll interrupt my reading of Moby-Dick to start this tonight.