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,…
The World and Its Maker
Perhaps the people of the world had not agreed to be made. There was no prior acknowledgement, no sense of true acquiesce before coming into existence, yet there was an…
Mariposas de Cristal
Una mariposa me saludó y me dijo que era símbolo de mi ser y de mi bondad, efecto de mi creatividad y proyección de my corazón. ¿Sabías que en este…
Quizás
es gritar sin hacer ruido sentir que el mundo se derrumba con tan solo tocarlo es seguir el viento y que él te siga a ti es contener en tus…
Guitar
My father plays “Skip to My Lou” on the guitar. I listen from the other side of the house as I tattoo the pages of a journal with black ink….
A Letter to the Wanderer
You were colder than I ever was, even when my walls were up high and I held on to myself tightly, fearing that I would unwind beneath your gaze. You…