You can’t have me there.—El MiguelDraw me the wind if you can—I asked.Here it is—he replied,after dragging the pencilacross the blank sheetwithout leaving a mark.We looked into each other’s eyes—his face turned serious,but he snickered inside. More from this Author Read More in Poetry...

At times on the page of a bookthat hasn’t been openedfor years, or decades,I find a note, jotted in pencil,that reminds meof some unfinished business.It could be the beginning of a letter,a failed reconciliation,a visit planned but never paidfor fear of strong emotions.Today I press keys,send emoticons,post videos,often while I do all other things.I delude... Continue Reading →

The razor-thin, purple, solitary cloud has drifted away,vanished past the undulated, pitch-black silhouette.The upper sky is a spotless, liquid, cobalt-blue continuum,only Venus is already visible, to the west, sharp like a pinhead,an inch above the glowing, orange-crimson band.Absolute silence, so dense it can be touched.The spring, now weeks ahead, oozes through the air,plays with lingering... Continue Reading →