The Perfect Air
For more than seven decades I have drawn into my body the perfect air. Today I taste it! Spring messages...
It Was After
It was after her suicide that we met, her confusion swirling through the air from across the street where it...
Looking Back to the Cusp
A whale at the side of the panga spouted through her blowhole, looked me in the eye and let...
Benevolent Mexican Morning
Over my shoulder, the waxing moon smiles, and a ranchera floats its notes from the radio on the fisherman’s boat....
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