Poem: Redhanded

I take my leavefrom soft places.Known for an attemptat makeshift grandeur.At the close of a duska gas lamp assumedmonstrous proportion.To outshine and outsize,running lights in ….

Colors of Mexico 7 – Final: Green

Each event that happens to us brings a change, and it leaves a mark behind, as insignificant as it may be. So, let’s not be humble and let’s consider this last entry as important an event as a death. It’s a burial, and every burial deserves a tribute. So let’s pay tribute to Mexico.

Poem: Cut

Joyous, fluttering butterflies The seal is broken You have but one chance at escape. In one irreversible flash, conceived by his hand He has brought ….