The World of the Mango
What a wild excursion into the world of the mango; consumption of a slick fruit, and in yellows and oranges a flood through the mouth,...
Ode to Sun(s)
Enormous globe of fire, pearl of the eternal fuel of Life, you rise and shatter the black glass, omnipotent presence of twilight; you...
Dreams of the Wilderness
I have dreams of the wilderness. I do. My arms sprout branches, twigs emerge from these: my body begins to embody the rich eternity of...
Pencil Renditions of the Troubadour
I’m feeling better. Two days ago I lay recuperating in a latent way. Cranes adorn the rooftops— twisting in their fetters— of buildings...
Like butter melting on the stove
The days turn good, the days grow bad, from cold to grave, from loud to sad, though what befalls the joy of man is more alike to chance...
Exodus of the Ancient Heart
I’ve seen the water banks holding the black ripples under the moon and the withered trees clinging to their cracking, yellow leaves. Now,...
The Bleed
When, in mute wonder of it, in the night, in awe, I dress that goddess who is my lonesome Soul crying to join everything as though it...
The Blackbird
It is seen among couples on park benches at midnight— It is not seen by them. It is heard by the deaf and felt by the blind. It greets...