WORDS
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.
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--
Unrequited remembrance
Of things yet to come,
Of things unseen.
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
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.
…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