the cool desert air is crisp as an evening breeze kisses my skin and invigorates these bones. huddled by a slowly fading fire with embers barely able to warm my hands, thoughts run ... CONTINUED
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Not Easily Mended
"You have retreated from life," Abuelita says between lines of stitches fired with ... CONTINUED

an unforgettable fire
from the bed she motions me closer, her dark eyes alluring and deep like ... CONTINUED

cloudburst
a downpour slaps mildewed concrete abutting my sliding door, its staccato ... CONTINUED
my manifesto
I prefer poems that are short and sharp, which flame and spark. Poems that dare to paint VIVID pictures or scenes for your mind’s eye. Unforgettable poems that have something to say, some reason for being. Poems which beat with a passionate, pure heart. Poems that reach for something beyond the mere sounds of words on a printed page (or computer screen). Welcome to my dream…