Poetry

  • When Death Comes

    When Death comes, I wonder if he will see me as the Earth – The echo of the canyon, Gentle rage of the sea, Budding blossoms and knotted trees, Wilting flowers – A resting place for bumble bees. When Death… Continue reading

  • A Mindless Drive

    Down the road, these arid fields Turn into waves of darkness— Crash into the wincing light of my tin shell, Flood the air, the sky, the night, Consume the light of the waning moon, Consume the glimmer in my eye—… Continue reading

  • Hacer lo justo

    Lo siento, este miedo en mi cuerpo En mi sangre que se pudre Como fruta alguna vez virtuosa— Como duraznos, naranjas, fresas Y manzanas que se echan a perder En los miles de días que pasen En la luz del… Continue reading

  • New-born Spring

    Beautiful spring buds emerge from the knots and wounds of a once withered tree— jade-colored pearls soon to blossom into new-born kin of mine, of me. See myself in that tree, buds emerging from the tips of my fingers, from… Continue reading

  • Your Rushing Waters

    Your Rushing Waters Gone is the sound of your rushing waters                           And in its place—                        … Continue reading

    Your Rushing Waters

  • The Storm

      When you left, that’s when the storm came. I could see the grey clouds in the distance, slowly rolling in – Spreading themselves across the sky, Shrouding the golden rays of the sun. I could feel the air thicken… Continue reading

    The Storm