Can you catch a falling leaf?
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are here and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are here and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading
Praying to Saint Clara de pobre near Lake St. Clair. ( April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-two.) I went to Lake St Clair on a warm Spring day. I went to… Continue reading
Grandma’s hands. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-one.) Dear Grandma told me often. Life is like soup. Too many cooks in the kitchen and the soup won’t be tasty. Allow the… Continue reading
Kindness.. ( April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty.) My grandmother told me often. The greatest sin is to kill someone hope. Take away their dreams. We cannot bury someone with anger… Continue reading
A Spring day.. ( April is poetry month. New poetry number nineteen.) The maiden of spring had blessed us. The warm day of Spring is here and the sun is blessing us. I… Continue reading
A Texas gal whispered to me. Bang, bang… (April is poetry month. New poetry number eighteen.) It was a Austin Friday night and we were two shadows seeking some comfort. She told me.… Continue reading