This Listening
Why is it so difficult, listening, being there, without a shred of advice? Dogs do it so easily. Can I...
Bathing in Bougainvillea
I walk beneath the bougainvillea, so its colored bracts with tiny waxen flowers flow over me in rainbow fountains. My...
Goodbye to February, 3 Poems
I have misthought myself alone when giant-visioned women before me have forged the path under my feet. I am now...
“Sabes Quien Soy”
This mural and original poem was painted on a restroom wall on the Ajijic Malecon by well-known local artist Juan...
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