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I suppose it was my studies and subsequent master's in Latin American literature that led me to where I am today. My prose reflects the descriptions of Garcia Marques and the twists of Borges's plots.
Pear shaped,
I’m an avocado in water.
Bottom heavy,
I turn sideways with a gentle push.
Time and emptiness
have left me wrinkled,
like a ripe raisin
drying in the sun.
But those rays have mellowed me
to a sweetness yet explored.
Let their bright beams crinkle me—
There is more to age than years implore.
Lines in parallel verge to perspective vanishing into a midpoint, they blind left from right. Lines run in strides separating friend from foe, like walls of thunderstorms ripping through a summer sky.
The sun sets Sugar sweet, Muffled breezes bring Vaporous resonances. Mists drift In waves of cool, While the night Unspools. Morpheus crawls along The water docks And unlocks The sleeper's dreams-- Un
…with apologies to Camilo Jose Cela This building sits four stories high, across a river unfathomable, across waters far and wide. Sixteen arches stare on lovers, paupers and those uncared. Every nigh