Poetry Mural on my Street

  Enchanted town, Cobbled corner, Magic is your air Your art, your lake And all your people. Magical Ajijic, Sunset...

I Sing the Mystery

I sing until my heart strengthens and I feel my Gone-befores gather ‘round me. In that moment, I know love...

In a Softer Light

In a softer light, my awful faults change like clouds, into something curious, forgivable. In a softer light, the hurts...

Join Me

As if I were a cloistered nun in that Carmelite convent in Iowa, the one that turned me down at...