I'm a newspaper reporter since 1975 at a major metropolitan daily, trying to create fiction and poetry from a bittersweet reality I' ve learned in a bittersweet world. |
Sonrisa means Smile
Sonrisa sounds like sunrise...
Don't Think of Her Anymore
I don't think of her any more...
Even Jack is Dead
In the camposanto at night...
Found Your Rhythm
Ten years after you packed up...
I walk in the shadows of suffering
as night lurks in the gutters...
God is in the rain, sprinkled on my face,
the kisses of a thousand angels...
Ditch waters shimmer
as the sun sizzles on highway workers...
Ditch waters in the acequia shimmers
as the sun sizzles on highway workers...
The sun like a giant fire breather
spreads its scaly tail and flies...
The deer float into the open stepping through...
of sunlight, frozen like a still life painting for...
"In a sunrise, hope, |