What if she does? I mean, there are plenty of reasons that anything along those lines could happen. and, nope, can’t think of any leading to the contrary This is of course, the city, and people are everywhere. There’s no way… but say, maybe, that…

3 AM Pancakes are best when shared… Breakfast for dinner is a treat. My father makes delicious pancakes and crepes this I know. My new love likes Jack Johnson like my mamma and my brother flow. I’m feeling so fly as I write. When the…

This forest sounds like crunch of broken open underfoot, seed pods that stink like rotting meat when they fall to the ground. In the Guanacaste trees howler monkeys moan like wounded dogs. And northwest of La Casona a road so dissected, so rutted you have…

what would I do with a hundred words? write you a letter? a song in praise of you? the beginning of an epic? an essay on beauty pegged to your gold standard? if worth were to be weighed by quantity and adherence to rules surely…

I wonder if there’s a point where the flow of creativity stops. Does the muse just decide she’s done singing, And the essence of creation halts its stream for good? Will there be no more nuance or spiritualism in word? An eternal absence of song,…

Death is not a solution, my dear      It is only a final escape From the tortured emotions you are living    And the love you cannot find. You asked if he cared….about you…about the two of you      Nothing….not a word. Echoes…

Melt in your mouth and hands alright! Such a creamy delight In its dark, milky, or ivory goodness I love chocolate When it’s hot and cozy When it’s cold and frosty When it nutty or on a cake When it’s the skin on his face…

I cannot dance, I run around, swing my feet, I cannot dance, yet her tune never recedes and I imagine I can dance while I play the Irish fiddle hold onto the joyful memory and dance forever more.

Halfway there Like to think the worst is behind us Or below us Or under the bed where we cannot see But this is just that drop off point Where the sleepy give up And the die hards keep going Our brains have been mutated…