Leaves that clear the mind and leave the rest behind. Tea for two. First you, then me.

  Poem 12 I Am The universe hides under my skin But the secret leaks out It can’t be contained Stars in my eyes heart of gold smile like a rainbow Hair like cotton Black as pitch Sappodilla coloured skin sweet inside and out Ancestors,…

Rainy afternoons summer breaks like a fever thunder shakes the sky

table for two i shall set a lovely table a table just for two to dine alone with wine and candles revel deep in quiet conversation then somewhere between the appetizer and dessert i hope to gaze deep into your eyes and you in mine…

Cloud Mountain is— shrouded in mystery, where thought is soundlessly sleeping.   “Come down,out of the clouds,” my father warned— but I have always spent my free time, on Cloud Mountain’s pleasant slopes; where I can see more clearly, my daydreams floating by.

Up on the mountain, far beyond the foothills where nimbus clouds hide the cliffs from sight, meet me, darling.

Poem 11 Driving in the dark Doubts haunting like the shadowy mountain range afar The air cool and thin Bumping along a narrow road punctuated by puddles and dirt Going beyond houses barricaded by high fancy walls with bright lights and landscaped foliage Into rougher…

Hat. A fedora tonight, I think. The air is a white plume on black noir. Boots. Laced, no, buckled tonight, yes. Blue-grey smoke, (not like that faggots’ eyes.) from my cigar, or is it my pipe, no, it’s a cigar tonight, Dominican, Full bodied, just…

A table for two In the middle of the glade Shaded with lilac wisterias. A table for two Is it me and you Watching the butterflies Flit with the humming birds Glowing with fireflies Mosquitos at the ankles And tiny wasps overhead Table for two…

Cloud Mountain El Paso, my surprising home, is bisected into east and west sides by the Franklin Mountains, and bound on the south by the Rio Grande, nestled in the pocket created by Texas, Mexico, and New Mexico’s intersecting borders. Spring’s relentless winds create walls…