Suit of Light
Poem There was that time I saw El Cordobéz in the city of Leganes, sharing the bill with Padilla and Encabo. El Cordobéz was in his golden traje de luces. Still impetuous, disdainful,...
Tagged: rebellion
Alarm Clock Pointing West
Spoken Word New Years Eve tells tales Champagne wishes bloom at night Signs they may come true Everywhere you see Plans coming to fruition Notwithstanding booze Further down the road The obstacles placed...
Another Day Passes
Haibun The sky deepens from blue to violet. The last dull, orange line above the darkened Ramapo Mountains fades. A distant cloud carries a hint of it along. Twilight comes. It’s Friday. The...
The Next To Last…
Spoken Word The year we take away The heights from which we’ve fallen Sound asleep we hit Pavements lined With shining footprints Worlds sequined against Frantic outbursts of making it Nor desire Neither...
Ode to Bacon
Art Poem Those faces, blurred and smudged as if an artist’s finger had passed over the surface of the paper. What horrors lurk inside your psyche so that you see the world in...
What’s Next
Poem What’s Next? I had a day I worked Did something for the world Gave someone my time Got myself paid Everything was fine I came home And wondered I fed myself Learned...
This Year’s Christmas Tree
Haibun Deep Evergreen. Full. Red and gold balls and bells; tops with gilded bands; Russian-esque spires all around. Four sets of lights; the white nina doll ornaments Mira loves. The giant bow. Our...
Let the Girls Run
Poem Let the girls run and play untethered like little boys before they are told to cease and be like little girls. For now, let them swirl and swoop and dive like thrushes...
In Rooms Like These
Poem Even now, I see her moon face, those limpid eyes, half slits with sleep, lying in repose beside me. In those days, we lived in bars and boxes. Hers, a refuge in...
What Used to Be
Poem I used to write. So many words about love, lust, hurt, desire, life. Some still exist in places on the internet I don’t go to anymore, some I threw away because I...
Stop Where You Are (Be Thankful)
Spoken Word It takes courage to break bread With a sidewalk To raise a toast to the sounds Of rising tidal wave in the Form of feet — all sizes Fashions, all caring...
