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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.
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.
Lines are necessary
to keep us in our places,
like in a coloring book’s sketches
one hue not to invade the other.
Lines measure distances unimaginable to the human mind.
Lines divide us from truth in this undrawn space and time.
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
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