Deciding to Belong
I’m taking my place on the street, contributing my part of presence. My folding chair is canvas red. Round about...
Between the Worlds on the Day of the Dead
Sense the turning at the top of your breath. No longer inhaling, not yet exhaling. Sense the turning, the very...
Isn’t It Every Night
Let me leave the realm of nouns. Let me run to the edge of the world where everything, everything softens,...
Her Name is Conchita
Her name is Conchita. I don’t know how old she is or the rest of her name, though I know...
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