(2014)
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
