easter [a poem]

and it will be that when I die
I'll remember
till then I wonder
how can it be what makes me cry
is not all very somber.
yellow is the daffodil emerging from the frost
translucent in the morning sun
evanescence lost.
this fleeting feeling once familiar
now forever thrown
I believe we're stars
we're light
but hell
to each his own.
the violent pink of the morning sun
same as them eyes of yours
it sets the tone that marks another
day passed inside doors.
and reminiscing of the days that we'd sleep hand in hand
and chin in neck and lips on cheek
ashes lost in sand.

at the altar [a poem]

With nails as red a Jesus’ blood

I sit before the altar

there’s yet one challenge left to face

don’t let my focus falter.

With heads of babes 

the palms they read

the feathers one blue only

the cyclops he’s eternity

and knowing this he’s lonely.

With cougar face the girl she stares

mi jefe se robaron

a su hija 

the bride stripped bare

the shells and showing one.

One thing’s half missing with partial face

the world’s a heavy load

with Alice under foot 

the hound

lights the way to gold.

Ché qué decís 

the ginger aid

sleeps among the fields

where fresas smoke 

the girls who dance

And John the saint 

he heals.

casitas de elote

circle circle dot dot

"Forget the quarrel!"

Pollyanna paid no heed.


--- a     wonderful discovery
     soon flew up   her nose,

     swept past   another

one --- after that
forget     your pride and
my   leisure

skipped       low under her

   days

could you repeat that?

the texture of low country

Charming, humid and well-fed. 

Encantadora, húmeda y bien alimentada. 

Charleston, South Carolina was more than I had hoped for.  The colonial town embodied a visual rhythm as deeply engrained as the smell of the Confederate Jasmine that still mingles in my hair.  An impressive transition into modern times has been made with beautiful bridges, free trolley rides and restaurants that made me reconsider my favorite flavor with every bite. I would recommend a visit to anyone looking to burn through money and pack on the pounds. Though the rickshaw bicyclists provide a beautiful view (of the city and cute butts), I recommend walking as much as possible around this sea-level wonder so that gelato and pralines can be eaten without missing the intricacies of the historic homes.  

Charleston, South Carolina me impresionó más que esperaba. Este pueblo colonial transmitía un ritmo visual tan fuerte como el olor del jazmín que todavía puedo sentir en mi cabello.  Han logrado una transición impresionante a la modernidad con los puentes hermosos, un trolebús gratuito y restaurantes de altísima calidad.  Recomiendo que todos en busca de gastar dinero y ganar kilos conozcan a esta joya del sur.  Hay calesa-bicicletas que ofrecen una vista única de la ciudad (y traseros lindos) sin embargo recomiendo caminar siempre que puedas por el centro para aprovechar de los pralines famosos sin faltar los detalles de las casas históricas.