Memories of The Vagabond

Grateful to have a new poem and photograph published in the Best American Poetry blog for the Florida summer series curated by Emma Trelles. This poem remembers clubbing in the semi-old days at The Vagabond co-owned by the great Carmel Ophir, who defined the Miami club scene for a decade or so. I miss those nights. The Vagabond is now a high rise under construction or soon to be under construction. The gentrification of this city carries on, but it’s history cannot be erased, at least for now. It lives in the light and rats that populate this town. Keep on dancing people. Keep on dancing.

Read the poem here: Enjoy.

Read about The Vagabond here: Miami Herlad.

These are the messages Iā€™m sending to you | 60ā€ x 40ā€ | Neil de la Flor
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