Monthly Archives: March 2011

I am scared because I’ve nothing to lose in not succeeding for the time being; I am scared because I am not selfish enough to want success for my own self: This is a huge flaw because I owe it to so many people to use my gifts, to find success, to… Continue reading →

Reborn with a tremor of earthliness, insights fresh with the new diamond moonlight, I go to sleep with at least one fear less than what I awoke with. I know my might! I am strong as a watery jet, which, instead of choking, heals the hurt spine; I … Continue reading →

No one wants to read metered poetry anymore, so stop it while you’re ahead! Walt Whitman killed that stuff a century and a half ago! Metric verse is dead! We gave a pass to James Ingram Merrill because he was so tortured (and so rich)! You weave y… Continue reading →

The little lost kid plays with cinder blocks as countless couples and singles walk by with expensive groceries, as the moon mocks the poor and the cold with its winking eye: It is more than absurd that no one cares or asks why he walks alone outsi… Continue reading →

For the modest span of three city blocks I was a guardian escort last night. Though no one notices and no one talks, there was one who cared under the moon light: I saw a small child wander aimlessly and hopelessly, it seems, from how he winced, d… Continue reading →

I pulled a weed from my garden last night; it was too real to let grow. It would choke all the other stems and start a blade-fight between this grass and that green coquí’s croak: So I pulled back and I surveyed my soul, and it was vibrant and ope… Continue reading →

Rosalinda with the flowery hands,I need you to dip your fingers in thisbath that I have drawn, as many demandshave put a strain on my body’s business:I was uninvolved when I met you, stuckinside of myself and my fears and my inadequacies. Now I’m … Continue reading →

I’m going to sail the seas to Veracruzthat’s where I’ll discover my noble roots,from the safe railways of the ocean cruiseon its way to Belize via Cancún:I’ll snorkel on the big reef they’ve got there, and I’ll drink watery lagers, so coldand refr… Continue reading →

How happy must the developers feelwhen they knock down yet another Project?Do they shed tears of joy as concrete, steelglass and dreams crumble down? Do they reflect?Do they feel remorse that lives will be lost and that many more are forced to def… Continue reading →

The world is a maze and a mess. I saw:lights flicker low and then rise up again,and nations simmer down into the clawof iron tyrants, and a stubbly chin,and a market collapse, such that the fruit flowed down the street – apples, oranges, pearspour… Continue reading →