Moon Fisherboy

Someone unplugged and unscrewed the moon and the stars. They were stolen away from us and we were left with a dark blanket, covering the surface of the Earth, under which we must live our lives. Amid the darkness, in the sky of a salted night, some of us sit by the same old sea,…

The Thread Of Intimate Resistance

Ominous winds sweep the earth Brazen. Flames get higher and almost Burn you. Breathing fresh air while rowing Your journey Goes on. The piercing ground lies at your feet, The sheltering sky is also pierced And more distant Than ever. Take your needle Start to sow Recompose the broken pieces Of life’s puzzle. This thread…

A Silent Voice

A silent voice conveys the absurdity Of fear instilled With perversity. That which the hours have just started To gnaw To chew To eat away with the passing of our Limited time Toppling the glass Half-empty or half-full? Never mind, in the end The glass is overwhelmed: Broken promises burned every day. Once the rain…

Estancia oscurecida (Spanish + English translation)

Cuando del cielo negras nubes de tormenta desencadenan la tempestad que siempre ominosa, se avecina lenta y amenazan con su crueldad a esta desdichada tierra, entonces penetran a través de una ventana traspasando la tenue cortina dentro de aquella estancia divina cuya luz es radiante como la mañana y alegría es lo que encierra.  …

Window and stairs

Is this your last refuge? You didn’t know until animals, trees and plants invaded all our cities. Chicago came first as Dr. Joseph Suglia told us in his novel Table 41. And then came the rest. See the light popping in through that window, the window of your heart. The sun’s coming in but it still remains…

I tasted spring

I tasted spring through my body, closed my eyes and felt that touch on my lips. Memories of a dream revival where everything felt so true: My mouth on yours, your delicious touch, your willingness, our timeless embrace where nothing receded in the open air, in the magic moment of timeless soulmates.   Time suddenly…

Ode to Trump’s Vanity et al

Spring anticipation in the air Orange reddened sun Gets ready to hide its rays Behind the lowest of all mountains Mirroring itself on the lake. Vanity at its highest level. Yet the picture turns out different In a mixture of yellow and blue Of greed and sadness a faithful clue. “You’re so vain, You probably…