Poem for a Winn-Dixie Bagboy – Poetry

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You’ve been a lifelong fan of professional wrestling. You have a girlfriend the dairy stocker […]

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Thank you, Jesus! The screams from the upper deck balconies at the Orange Bowl and […]

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Some songs take years to arrive where they’re meant to be. Not because they weren’t […]

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This article originally appeared in PureHoney Magazine. Check them out here. Some scenes fade. Others go […]

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We take our usual spot in the corner and even though the lacquered picnic table’s […]

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.I. My father was born in 1948. Between ‘53 and ‘59 Cuban guns had secured […]

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Béton Armé sound less like a band chasing revival and more like one excavating a […]

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In a city better known for volume, be it sound, spectacle, or speed, The B-Sides […]

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This article originally appeared in PureHoney Magazine. Check them out here. In a city where rhythms […]

ByAbel Folgar |November 28, 2025November 13, 2025

This article originally appeared in PureHoney Magazine. Check them out here. Long before Miami punks took […]