Click on any photo to get full-screen expansion; click on the Back Button to return to the Blog. Saturday, April 2, 2011. The sea took your mama away. And she lives in heaven now. With dada and your sister. You are alive, sweet girl,. And I think you may not believe. In life, in your solitary survival,. As the years march on. You will think, many times,. Better to have joined them,.

Musings of a would-be poet in new mexico. Tuesday, December 26, 2017. Engendering movement, multi-direction,. A slash through skin and muscle. Legs self-mobilize and tread hallway,. Virgin surfaces of serrated trek,. En route to the goal. Left arm hanging- greasy gristle,. Right sliced through, still operative-. Legs almost reach the end intact-. The Achilles goes, and body falters,. My heart is opening,.

Monday, September 23, 2013. Here in the funhouse, boys and girls. Avoid the malignant trapdoors,. Be aware of hidden, spiky mines,. Under the deep and dark blue sea. I loved you, and you liked that,. But the gap between like and love. Nothing, nothing at all. You knew, yet now. This blank silence, consciously intended,. Women have hurt and bruised me.