Alexandra from somewhere down the peninsula and her fiercely devoted dog Skyler slept out in the cold next to Elm Street last night, San Francisco. She’s been unhoused for about a year now and, by her own admission, she does need and she wants to get her shit together. She’s trying to get off the […]
Author: Martin Haro
I am cultural writer from Lima, Peru. Now publishing from San Francisco. #KingofCups
Y2K didn't happen, but I did move to Florida in the year 2000. Miami was kind of the vibe for me during the '90s, so into the new millennium and the Magic City I went, for college and to find whatever life now could and would be. I graduated from Florida International University, then went to work in its in-house communications/marketing department, as a writer, video producer, and associate editor of "FIU Magazine," the university's flagship alumni publication.
By the time I got to work at FIU I'd already been working with and writing for the weekly "Wire Magazine" on the beach and the periodical "Miami Living" magazine, writing my Movie Martin blog, contributing to the occasional "Awful Truth" by Ted Casablanca once upon a time on E! Online. Later, I started stringing story for "Us Weekly." That was fun. It was all kinds of a heckuva lot of fun.
King of Cups is my new empirical, memoiristic non-linear independent writing exercise. (Independent: Rhymes with unpaid, as in this is free, so represent and support, OK. Amplify the shit.) I mince no words, I mean no harm, and I come in peace.
#Julián2020
We hardly ever talk about U.S. American relations vis-à-vis the rest of the American continent. I’m from Peru; here going on 20 years. Came for college; stayed for the freedom and the family I found here. Here, where I enjoy certain (shared…for now?) privileges that are still out reach for many in South America, Peru […]
A(nother) Comment Re: Donald Trump
Just because a thief wasn’t caught that doesn’t mean they never stole. Just because a traitor says he isn’t one that doesn’t mean he didn’t sell out his country. Wake up, people. Donald Trump dodged the draft back in his day and today, he and his lawyers believe he can get away with murder. He pals […]
If You See Something…
If you see something, San Francisco, then, by all means, fucking say or do something. Earlier this evening, a man was picked up by a team of first responders from right outside a Van Ness Avenue cell-phone store, to be taken to the hospital, probably to die, possibly to live. I hope he lives. I […]
The Cost of Staying Alive
On this World AIDS Day, let’s remember the many lives lost to this pandemic, for sure, and let’s celebrate and encourage survivors as we all recommit ourselves to educate the next generations, and let’s def continue to demand more enlightened and equitable support for HIV/AIDS patients around the planet. Fuck yeah, let us do all o’ […]
Gratitude
What a year it’s been between Thanksgivings. I love this gosh darn American holiday now. I’ve been here 20 years next year, and I never realized how much Thanksgiving had become a part of me until now. In 2013, I celebrated back home in Peru. That was a tough year. It was the only year […]
#LA❌
Você me põe tão louco, San Francisco. Alright. I have learned that the best way to get out of an aggro moment? Think of a happier one. Stay there as long as you need. Extra! Extra! Read all about it at Madonnalicious, the U.K.’s No. 1 website about all things Madonna (online since 2001). It […]
Live on, Lewis
Oh, Lewis the koala. We are going to run out of time and out of life before we run out of matches. Science – the factual chance based on two millennia of experience that we as humans have to try to understand the mysteries of Earth – posits that we (still?) can help reverse our […]
Bitches on Wheels
Oh she went against traffic on Ivy to park her luxury SUV after yoga, because she lives right there, you guys. Right there. Or her friend does, and he let’s her use his spot. I. Don’t. Care. It’s like, bitch, that – your caucaciousness – is why we are in this state, because you exercise […]
Venice Boulevard Postcard
Los Angeles really can be so photogenic. And those palm trees along Venice Boulevard. They make the interminable treks across town bearable. L.A. can serve a good look without trying. The hint of haze, the mix of colors when natural light gives way to our aggressive achievements, the motion. The emotion. The commotion.
King of Cups 