Remembrance
The sun sleepsIn the dirt, here.I am less smoke, more steam,The refreshing kind of bitter.
In the dirt, here,We’ll plant our feet and leave.The refreshing kind of bitterLives in my coffee now.
A...
Insomne
Azules sueños cruzan la habitación a oscuras
formando el rostro de las noches
en un cielo de humedad.
Alimenta el viento
la voz del aguacero,
surca mis oídos y...
Turning ElegyLeaving is all we have.It’s your not being here speaking.Leaving the door ajar, the tableswept—turning into something less than comfort. What did you...
What Should Be
Depression is not always darkness.Sometimes it’s padded-room whitenessthe brightness of claustrophobic conversationsindivisibly linked, infinite shards and chips,an overwhelming push toward cleavers of...
"Simply put, arts and culture are the engines that drive business. Without the arts, businesses cannot thrive, neighborhoods decline and our quality of life is greatly diminished."
Abandoning Reasonskittering propositions
declare love
a superstition
damned to believing itself
we choose not to control
the burning breakdowns in logic
we’ve opened between us
Love, Past Continuous
there are no forevers
for...
