Voice of Eve

A Child's Letter Dear Mommy, Dear Daddy, I’m your child, I’m your dance I’m your music, your young romance I’m your magic looking glass...

Always in Beauty The poems I read are breathtaking and ethereal; like Longfellow writing about Chaucer’s song. I sit down to write, but...

Lay The winding lanes creaked, pleading for abundant love. I am looking for a trace of it, I replied. Post me a mail, a small one will...

A Heart Can Grow Old I think that she can be as great a photographer as Annie Leibovitz or even Dianne Arbus. On the telephone I can hear...

my return A thousand whales bellowing for my return to the place from which I came. I dreamed it was my time to die. hurricane what...

Why Can't Good Girls Say "Fuck"? Since when was cursing not good for the soul? A well-placed fuck has helped many a good girl stay the...

always her she leaves her hair on the pillow like tangles of sunset cobwebs poised to snare my thoughts throughout the day soon, in them,...

To Call Her Woman She is Woman. She is female crawling down on her belly, mucked in red river gravy and scrambled over her eggs. She is...

Breathe Into Me I remember you promising a night of pleasure. I’m holding you to that. One night is all it takes for you to breathe into...

A Matriarca Everyone sees the trays of avô’s biscoitos and fresh brewed coffee planted like a curse, unwavering and formidable, in the...

An Ode to the Trees i want to know how they do it i want to know how they have the patience to sustain hurricane and drought they wait...

After the Rain The sky woke up clean today scrubbed fresh and polished to a soft blue shine and the sun arose renewed, its burning heat...

Trying to Say I have a habit of talking about how bad I am at driving when there’s someone else in the car with me. I’m sure it scares...

Calla She beds him here where islands convect in open sea, breath shifts far off fault lines. Here they are, ...