(2015)
I can write the saddest lines toda… Write for example: ‘The night is… and they shiver, blue, those stars… The night wind turns in the sky an… I can write the saddest lines toni…
Fingers grazing up your sides, watching you squirm and worm, and wiggle. Your laughter rings like bells, your joking threats as well. You twist and whirl but nothing doing, I’ve got y...
be quiet my heart be quiet don’t weep you can only wait you can only hope
A morning walk through damp Valle… athletic runners passing me by, the way some human brains survive… and emerge capable of action and c… knowing my poetry may be recited a…
It’s 6:00am in the morning and it… I arrive on the second floor and w… to the door marked with big red letters you can’t miss, 'chemother… My hand tentatively grabs
Sometimes during the day I day dr… I secretly wish upon the invisible… and send the sky my daydreams. And even though It all seems bett… I only daydream poetry for you
Hear God’s call, see the doors open wide, feel the power of the voices, reaching a crescendo, overpowering your senses,
I stare into this dark abyss of my… I shiver and close my eyes as I f… As my eyes close, I see your face… The vision gives me strength as I… I shiver and close my eyes to type…
A lure of curves She lies Like a silken ribbon Limbs branch open wet Hard wood
Then, I said, let verse Soar, embellish, settle, explore Soul, strand, air, sea, land, love… Find all of it lost to found that is both dream
Tonight while translating some pages and writing what I consider some good poetry. Well, to me it is good I started recalling an event as bright as a star. How was this possible? Why d...
He sits in His room, pen and paper at hand, afraid that His missives are nothing but bland. Emotions unbridled
Drinking stale coffee burning my tongue I wait... and wait... at another dirty train station
Music took me away from pain to fi… The sounds of the human Soul alon… There are musicians and singers in… The drummer beat drums to convey t… The guitarist plucked and fingered…
Sitting in a very dark room with no windows and no light; my hand holds a small slender candle, the flame flickers softly. The only thing fanning the flame is my breath while I sit and ...