An Artist at Heart
An Artist at Heart A poem was written down four years ago, the notebook subsequently lost. But like an oft-viewed video the images still appear
Poetry
Mi barrio – My Neighborhood
My Neighborhood Algunos saludos, cálidos or if I’m wearing chanclas, miradas de desdén I know many by sight, every day more by name. Rafa, Marian,
Elizabeth
Elizabeth How is it possible that the presence of one small person can unblock the waterways of the heart And allow ships of sadness to
II.
II. Man have I missed the Oregon coast Bathing suits and puffy coats fishing boats and fleece, all styles of sporting hats with flannel and
At my ankles
At my ankles he sits, or lounges nobly, a gentlemanly position with expected canine vigilance. A chimera all: he is really frightened, sexually aggressive, fragile,
The Shuddering Shuffling Feeling
The Shuddering Shuffling Feeling Flexibly laminated thick orbicular- cornered papers fly fleeing my fingers queens, twos, fives, into the feather-thin vacancies they occupy, and snugly