I sit in the park letting sun rays warm my back. Staring at the bright spring flowers, I think about all my plans and wonder if I should just forget them— After all, nothing compares to the Texas sunshine. I could stay here and just plant myself in the dirt, so that I too can... Continue Reading →

It’s April Fool’sand I stole your nísperos,but this isn’t a joke.Broke the branches off with my hands.There hasn’t been anyoneat your place in weeks.I don’t know if you’re coming backor if we’re ever meeting again in this life.With no one around to catch me,except the spider webs I ran into,I took off with several bunches.So... Continue Reading →

I put the roots in pure waterto salvage what was leftafter the damage.Sunlight pouring in,offering a fresh perspective. No longer inhibitedby broken promisesand dried-up connections.Sitting by the window soaking up the sun,I inspected our rootsand saw that mine were so entangled with yours.I dare not tear them apart. Read More in Poetry