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 reflecting you. I’m y...

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

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 do, when you find it, ...

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 the noncommittal dr...

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 business do I have to be ...

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 path, forge forward wi...

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, I will be wrapped a...

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 Woman. The sun watche...

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 me. For me to breath...

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

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 for rain, not knowing w...

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 tempered into kindly w...

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 them and truth is, the...

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