E.D. Rodriguez

E.D. Rodriguez – XVII.

Abuela Lucy made me get Heinekens for her, she made me sit there, and watch her as she glugged down suds, and the soaps that watched her as she lay, in a dutch-infused state. Is she dreaming? And of what? Tall brown men in bone colored suits and Sunday hats, crooning while smothering the strings […]

E.D. Rodriguez – V.

The road to Coroico, with coca leaves in our cheeks we dreamt through the winding Andean trail, whiplash vistas drenched in two histories. Gravelled inclines higher and denser into the clandestine jungle. Canine terra guards and suspect gazes marked our entry. We flew the valley the past strapped on our backs. From those heights we […]

E.D. Rodriguez – IV

Citrus lined hillside pass, we rode it wayward rumrunners, farm honey dressing our lips. Drunk cheer bellowed from our missile van, four motivated passengers, riding triumphantly to shore. All bore a mischief, pride from nights inside the dense tropiforest. We skipped through rotting fields, rusted fruit trains, and trails of dried molasses. Our eyes colonized […]

E.D. Rodriguez – XIV

When I arrived, the lights were up the ink on the banners had faded, the pigment in the photos vaguely captured history, the chairs were stacked, the microphone was unplugged, busboys cleaning up, balloons floated down in the cavernous hall, each one popping at the end of its fall, there was no clinking of flutes, […]

Poetry: E.D. Rodriguez

E.D.Rodriguez was born in Santiago de Los Caballeros in the Dominican Republic. Brought to Elizabeth, New Jersey at the age of 5 by intrepid parents, Rodriguez lived the richness of urban life in America coupled with the Latino immigrant experience. He is a civil rights lawyer currently residing in Baltimore.