Searching for an Island

You’ve left me nothing Remains Memories – Cafe y Te, Mercado San Miguel, Neruda’s Park. Sirens that draw me toward the abyss on which I teeter, try as I might to inch around it Nothing This Nothing from which there … Continue reading →

You are There

I look for you everywhere The kitchen nook where standing, you stroked my cheek That between-sofa space where one night, that last night I held you for a moment a lifetime a moment I look for you everywhere. I see … Continue reading →

Who was the Muse ?

The Muse had left or so I thought When all that remained of me was silence Empty, broken, a shell That sound was not tree fall, but my heart breaking The Muse had left or so I thought Wrong It … Continue reading →

Rose-Fingered Dawn

Rising Dawn dresses in her pastel pink-blue finery preparing to smile, to warm snow-covered fields blown-bare trees, standing alone Standing alone as a lover left by the one he loves Stripped bare Covered in wounds Unsteady on his feet Alone … Continue reading →