Hour Twenty-Three My brain is pudding a casserole of deliberation charbroiled musings a culinary art. A souffle of hapless meanderings sticking to the bottom of the deadpan stare of a sleep-deprived wordsmith. I take the spatula of resolve and chisel away at metaphors- with eyes…

Elegant lady, I respect and appreciate you. To be under your mantle is for the brave. The idea of solitude is obsolete, one person represents many categories and almost never have you as an advisor. In this time of information and speed, everything is a…

cw: none This story is a metaphor: the canary speaks to me. Through its eyes, I told you a story of never fitting in: a story of expectations, and failures, and all the ripping out of the heart. And though this is a metaphor, I…

The right sparkling words On golden parchment repose, then no more need speak.

Do you want to fight evil together? Do you want to be my wings? Do you want to be my super hero? Then, take my hand and make me smile!

To Hecate   My goddess of the liminal space the greeter of cross roads. I am in awe of your guidance for clearing the way to my path.   You showed me what could be and what is to be with a forked road ahead….

Finally Done (Acrostic)   Finally I’m Now Interned, Sleeping  Heavily

Why so much time on the loo? Is that the only time  you’re going to sit down today?

Is it wise to trust? should we take precautions for the sake of our lives?

Trees, leaves, bees Breathe. Avocado Green. I dream In spanish. Agüacate. Cacahuate  Tomatillo o jitomate. Choco Loco Choco-latte I am maize I am raiz I am Gorky Gonzales With 40 nopales Dropped out of college Start slanging tamales In Watts or in Juarez I’m wearing…