Olinda — I desire poems of pure breathing: gusts of puppy play roses exuding their perfume silent gardens and mountain meadows breathing in and out chestnuts respiring oxygen in hazy light carbon dioxide exhaled in velvet dark oxygen inhaled again with semi-precious metals in a retort making rare gases the alchemist’s prayer the snorting of steam engines the pale green sigh of the priest as he bur...
Los cerrillos — Each life on earth is ceaseless birth and death. Each day, elements unite and disperse. Self is recollection, convention and habit, proclivity, creation, coming together and dispersing. And final...
Biloxi — I have touched your face with often and near forgotten smiles. I have walked waist deep in every moment your body would give. I have lived inveterate days belonging only to you. Like an adolesce...
melting but, pulsing like icicles during a mid-winter storm.
Burning the Books
Beginning or End?
Now I lay me down to sleep
Poems of Pure Breathing
You made your prom dress with two pieces that transformed princess to a queen.RIP my friend.
The universe conspiredIn quite a remarkable way.
Recientes frescuras, olvidadas hojas caídas¿dónde quedó, pues,la incierta sensación de que el frío podría con todo?¿De dónde salieron y a dónde fueron bastardas esas ideas?
No digas que se oculteNo digas que se detengaNo digas nadaNo lo eres para tamaño atardecerNo lo fuiste para serlo de alguien.
Not being a part of where I am. Although. I am a part of being here.
Homage to Marcus Aurelius
I will never understand why flowers are romantic To present the one you love with such a fragile thing Beautiful, yes, but over so quickly
Everyone Is Someone Else
Beam in Thine Own Eye
Youth's Beach: 1957