Tuesday, January 25, 2011

A Red, Red Rose

O my love's like a red, red rose,
    That's newly sprung in June;
O my love's like the melody
    That's sweetly played in tune.

Sunday, January 16, 2011


The Costalegre is home to many talented individuals. Bar None is intended to be a forum that highlights the creativity of writers who are here long-time or short-term. In the winter of 2009-10, a small group of people that shared a love of writing met in Barra de Navidad.

Some are published writers and some are dipping their toes in creative waters for the first time. Knowing that art which is not shared withers away and dies, the idea was born for this Review. We will follow up with new volumes of the Bar None anthologies as material continues to be made available.

Bar None: An Anthology of English Writing from the Costalegre, published in 2010, is available for purchase at select locations in the Costalegre including Chynna's Backstage Bar in Barra de Navidad. For those outside the Costalegre, the Bar None Anthology is available through Amazon.

Published in 2012 Take Two: Another Anthology of English Writing from the Costalegre continues on with more tales, poetry and art from the little Mexican drinking village with a fishing problem. Critics agree that Take Two is heavier than Volume One

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Writing Links and Resources

These are the web pages that link to our favored contributors, resources, and friends of Barra de Navidad and the Bar None Group.

Their writings and insights are more prescient than ours. We encourage you to learn more about them by visiting their thoughts. Links are listed chronologically because that's the way we roll.

Bar None Daily


Latina Voices

Zanne Mack

Movement for the Emancipation of Poetry (Italian)

Statpoet (German)


The Baobab Papers

The Shawback Redemptions

McBride's Organic Farm

The Daily Beat

The Piano Farm

The Garrett

BYPO Revolution

Wellness Renegade

The Writings of Nicole Bataclan

Black Heart Magazine

The New York City Minute

Barra Beth's Blog

Caught in the Cogs

Morena's Bohío

work and poetry

Lum's Space

Between the Essence and the Descent

The Gateless Passage

Keep Calm and Bookworm

Eclipsing Winter

The JulieBook

dVerse Poets Pub


Take It To The Street Poetry

Stephen John Kalinich

Poetry Soup

Concepto Villa Paz

Essaar's Virtual Voyage

I Hate Poetry


Words Before the Door



Modern Life is Rubbish...

Poems From an Open Heart




National Poetry Lab

Hello Poetry

Life Through Words

THE POET BY DAY, the journey in poem

Culture Collage

The Fourth Dimension

a sun kissed life

Russell Rosander Short Stories

Grupo Parasomnia (Peru)

Please let us know of any broken links or links that we are missing.

Saturday, January 1, 2011


I will tell you the dreams of my life
On this deepest of blue nights.
In your hands my soul will tremble,
On your shoulders my cross will rest.

The summits of life are lonely,
So lonely and so cold! I locked
My yearnings inside, and all reside
In the ivory tower I raised.

Today I will reveal a great mystery;
Your soul has the power to penetrate me.
In silence are vertigos of the abyss:
I hesitate, I am sustained in you.

I die of dreams; I will drink truth,
Pure and cool, from your springs.
I know in the well of your breast
Is a fountain that vanquishes my thirst.

And I know that in our lives, this
Is the inexpressible miracle of reflection…
In the silence, my soul arrives at yours
As to a magnificent mirror.

Imagine the love I dreamed
In the glacial tomb of silence!
Larger than life, larger than dream,
A love imprisoned beneath an azure without end.

Imagine my love, love which desires
Impossible life, superhuman life,
You who know how it burdens and consumes,
Dreams of Olympus bound by human flesh.

And when met with a soul which found
A bit of azure to bathe its wings,
Like a great, golden sun, or a shore
Made of light, your soul opened:

Imagine! To embrace the Impossible!
Radiant! The lived illusion!
Blessed be God, the sun, the flower, the air,
And all of life, because you are life!

If I bought this happiness with my anguish,
Bless the weeping that stains my eyes!
All the ulcers of the past laugh
At the sun rising from red lips!

Ah you will know, My Love,
We will travel far across the flowery night;
There what is human frightens, there you can hear it,
See it, feel it, life without end.

We go further into night, we go
Where in me not an echo reverberates,
Like a nocturnal flower in the shade,
I will open sweetly for you.

- Delmira Agustini