Andrew J. Tonn

XELA—Spanish classes began, here in Guatemala’s second largest city, at the uncivilized hour of 8 in the morning. After a fitful night in a bed that sloped precipitously to the middle we woke un-rested and lay for a while contemplating leaving the El Puente Guesthouse that had been our pleasant (other than the bed) home […]

2 May 2006 ANTIGUA—In the market Katy bought an oil painting of the style and perspective peculiar to Guatemala and particular to Lake Atitlan wherein the figures, in market scenes and agricultural tableaus are portrayed from directly overhead as if the artist was hovering and sketching from perhaps 20 feet in the air. I had […]

REQUIEM FOR WALKER The gates to the old cemeteryWere padlocked shut,With a rusted chainSo I found a corner, in the shade,Where the wall was low,And went over the top. The ground was uneven, pocked with holes,Covered with thorny vines hackedRoughly back.The tombs are crumbling stone and,Near the middle,Is a slab contained by aWhite iron fence. […]