Stories Inspired by Life in Rural Brazil


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Poetry

Sometimes the only way to capture a moment is in song

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Brazilian Wedding

A family of sweeping eyebrows. Men wearing fuzzy caterpillars Women wearing winged seagulls. Outdoor canopy borrowed, resuscitated from some past political event. National beer flowing free in cups and across tablecloths. Band playing bouncing beats of forro from the improvised stage– neither expert nor always melodic but always rhythmic and enthusiastic. Red, Brazilian mud grabbing …

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Dry well

During the day my brain is a dry well like the one in our field spitting out muddy water, running dry before you can fill a few paragraphs. At night the words come beating against the back of my eyes scratching open my eyelids twitching the tips of my fingers. They chant: Find us a …

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Coffee

is served black, dark sweet and hot sweet grounds from the farmer’s hand mashed, mixed with sugar boiled hot strained, steaming sweet syrup warmed in a carafe always waiting for visitors sipped slowly over conversation social ties sealed with a cup of heaven

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