What if, after the new?
From different worlds we collide, and like a bolt from the blue summer enters my life once again. For how could i...
Into His Twilight (a reprise)
I visit you like an old friend well acquainted with your customary way of telling a story fit for any occasion. We...
up in smoke
dried buds. a glass bowl. my dad’s zippo lighter with a first-air-cav patch. a single hit held deep and my anxiety slowly...
in her eyes
in her amber eyes a single thought hangs like morning dew from the tip of a lilac’s leaf. and just as earth’s...
colors dance
yellow leaves skate past the patio door, their desiccated shapes fragile and torn. perhaps this year i’ll let november breezes rake them...
sitting by a fire
the cool desert air feels crisp as an evening breeze kisses my skin and invigorates these tired bones. huddled by a slowly...
Not Easily Mended
“You have retreated from life,” Abuelita says between lines of stitches fired with machine-gun precision into other people’s clothes. Absorbed by the...
an unforgettable fire
from the bed she motions me closer, her dark eyes alluring and deep like uncharted oceans which pull me in. willingly, i...