Wasted Talent
“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a…
Poetry
On the Trace of a Desire
You were blowing like a light breeze I felt you on my skin like a whirlwind. I brought my…
Soul Mate
The intravenous drips, whispering life back into you with its moist breath. Coaxing you…
The Elderly Woman on the Bus
The elderly woman on the bus sitting beside her husband looks like my grandmother: her…
Acceptance
You force-feed him out of love. Food is life, after all. But he resists clamps his mouth…
Lingua
quando e` morta mia mamma e` morta anche la nostra lingua quella che parlavamo ogni…
What Leaving Brings
I In the timelessness that is empathy, he watched them all go. He watched them go amidst…
The Voice That I Have Heard In Recent Dreams
“The Stranger now saddles me into my bliss. I wear the rising sun at my heart’s…
Retrogram
Retrogram to J. Michael Yates What was all that organized chaos…
The Ascent
I bathe at the well of living water, dipping the pen in ink of tears, words, as crumbs,…