How I Would Paint Happiness
Something with no effort. A flying one who need not use its wings, soaring on invisible wind. A bird bestride...
Pulling Down a Wall
There is a wall I’ve made inside myself I haven’t looked beyond it now for years I feel the stones...
Strange Rain Cabañuelas
When a season changes its rhythm – like a snow in summer, or like this morning, in our dry season’s...
Dreaming What is Next
I am leaning forward, the touch of the next epoch beneath my hand, satiny smooth, golden-red and rounded. I am...
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