Melancolía
En la sala de mi hogar, siento una melancolía que se afferra de mí. Escucho canciones que parecen llorar, que contienen el alma de mi México, que me llenan paradóxicamente…
Edna
She stays there, silent at first. She rubs her hand back and forth across her bruised face, but does not wince or make any expression, as if her face was…
Shattered
Painted mirrors shatter -ed Peace so fragile brok -en darkness now and drowning then with just a touch of un-cer-tain-ty Do not would not cannot understand Should not could not…
Luna
Río Bailo Lloro Lluvia, ¿has venido a lavar mis lágrimas Y ahogar my dolor? La luna dice sí En su silencioso esplendor Y como mariposa De azul silvestre Vuelo hacia…
What is Wone and Who is Dave?
I’m a writer. There’s no doubt about that. I’ve spent close to a million minutes since 2016 writing. I’ve written half a million words. It has been a wild ride,…