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Letter To My Father
Stride from the crowd to seize the president’s arm before another roll of paper towels sails away. Thunder Spanish obscenities in his face. Banish him to a roofless rainstorm in Utuado, so he unravels, one soaked sheet after another, till there is nothing left but his cardboard heart.
October 2020The Race
I used my legs and heart as if I would
gladly use them up for this,
to touch him again in this life
Easter Morning
Like peasants everywhere in the history / of the world ours can’t figure out why / they’re getting poorer. Their sons join / the army to get work being shot at.
August 2020
Digging Up The Roots
In this desecrated area, the women searching for firewood must dig up the roots of the trees they have long since cut down to make space for crops.
July 2020Here Together
These days I can see us clinging to each other / as we are swept along by the current
June 2020
Fear Of Rest
In the stillness there are forces and voices and hands and nourishment that arise, that take our breath away, but we can never know this, know this, until we rest.
May 2020
Kindness
Before you know what kindness really is / you must lose things, / feel the future dissolve in a moment
April 2020
One’s Place Upon The Earth
As I strolled through a glide of water clear as air, my fisherman’s heart did a somersault when I sighted, not twenty feet away, two chinook salmon easily twenty times the size of the trout I’d been happily catching and releasing.
March 2020
On Foot And On Faith
I did not seem to be walking on the earth. There were no people or even animals around, but every flower, every bush, every tree seemed to wear a halo. There was a light emanation around everything and flecks of gold fell like slanted rain through the air.
February 2020
Joyas Voladoras
Joyas voladoras, flying jewels, the first white explorers in the Americas called them, and the white men had never seen such creatures, for hummingbirds came into the world only in the Americas, nowhere else in the universe.
January 2020
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