From different worlds we collide, and like a bolt from the blue summer enters my life once ... CONTINUED
Into His Twilight (a reprise)
I visit you like an old friend well acquainted with your customary way of telling a story fit for ... CONTINUED
up in smoke
dried buds. a glass bowl. my dad's zippo lighter with a first-air-cav patch. a single ... CONTINUED
in her eyes
in her amber eyes a single thought hangs like morning dew from the tip of a lilac's ... CONTINUED
colors dance
yellow leaves skate past the patio door, their desiccated shapes fragile and ... CONTINUED
sitting by a fire
the cool desert air feels crisp as an evening breeze kisses my skin and invigorates these ... CONTINUED
Not Easily Mended
"You have retreated from life," Abuelita says between lines of stitches fired with machine-gun ... CONTINUED
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