April – breezy and demure – Make yourself at home. I’ve kept some tea warm. Here is a seat of nature— A trunk on which to sit.

Gentle Earth, I beg of you— Whisper to us the first sign of sp… Annul this wintry despair And a season of life anew, bring. From the depths of Baja

What love is this That spellbinds me And keeps me returning To read scripture? Older I will get

Jesus stole him from me; A cleft of my heart went With my beloved to grand company. Shock distracted the void - Grief befriended melancholy

Last night remains a scent Remembered at slow length— Drawn from the air, lingering abou… A secret kept under my breath. The union of your soft lips

Weeds as tall as children Partially hide the dusty windows. A long silence hangs Where once promise echoed. Broken glass fills the street—

What a curtain Bisbee has That keeps Mexico subdued And influences the lands From which the Sierra was hewn. What purple folds keep Oaxaca

What a brutal sun that assaults th… Where cacti and mescals dare to ab… Here and there, dozens of petrogly… Decorating the canyon may be espie… In large nesting circles neatly dr…

Music starts my little church And bids us goers “come forward” - Timid and cleansing at first - Bringing voices to one accord Then Chris’s voice waxing loud

I saw a woman emerge from a shadow With a sly demeanor and look about… Her sequined dress was aglow. She didn’t know I was also out. I watched her remove a silver shoe

Seizuring so as if escaping from f… You awoke suddenly near about midn… Then rolled over meeting my body h… By instinct, drew nearer and kisse… Your cheek, always soft, nestled a…

Sweat is the other garment You wear in the desert When the only water is in the cact… And all but the flies are inert But a cool layer of sweat

I was smote by words As a soldier with bullets ‘Til I harnessed their power And they slight retreated lest I would fire back

Sweet crickets, the tune You’re playing tempts me to sleep. By your tune, I will drift off Better to a place dark and deep. The low moon and toads

Oh star – brightest star – That’s first in the sky – I don’t need advice; I just need an ear. Nobody else must know