I. All great literature is one of two stories; a man goes on a journey or a stranger comes to town. – Leo Tolstoy
The first time I left home
I was too young to make it out.
Continue Reading »I am weary of those who trod and plod
shuffle or flip-flop slap
concrete squares and black top oval tracks
white arrows conducting
wheels to one side
feet to another.
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Para mi papa, en su cumpleaños
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‘Tis a fearful thing to love what death can touch. – Yehuda HaLevi
There should be no end to tears, you said,
offering the whole box of tissue to the new widow
who wanted an end to hers.
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Plum blossoms, magnolias, dogweeds, clematis
the boy in the camp doesn’t know the names of the flowering buds
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