Category: Poetry

It is hard to walk into the VA. President’s face, larger than life and the VA secretaries smiling blandly. The American flag proudly centered. A wall full of pamphlets from every group. Smiling joyful face at the desk, a new one, again, (one face laste … Continue Reading

Sticky July – wasps in the greenhouse. We dragged out the vacuum and sucked up their hard dark bodies; stuffed a rag in to the nozzle, so they would not crawl back out. See them, covered in dust, climbing over each other in darkness. I dreamt they esca … Continue Reading

How lucky I would be if I could stand upon a branch and soak in the blue and greens of a spot of water instead of placed around a table with people who don’t take time to breathe or understand each other? … Continue Reading

Silence. Smooth, glassy reflection. Ripples Peace. Wind Whispers darting back and forth Be quiet, careful. Suddenly A thunderous crash As a watery hand slaps the surface of the beach, Sand soaring in all directions Tumbling Scuttling Swept out to sea. … Continue Reading

Here’s to the guides Who light our path Saying nothing of our twists and turns Simply holding a candle Some paths are wide Worn smooth by wealthy men Other paths are hidden Even from those meant to walk them This uncovering is my life’s work The story … Continue Reading

A jar of pork fat from the small pig your rancheros slaughtered for New Year’s Eve. El aceite del chancho, miraculously slid through Atlanta customs. The same nebulous color of the clouds of Peñas Blancas, suspended somewhere between a solid and a liqu … Continue Reading