El Dolor de Amor, Santiago
I have faith in Chile and your destiny. –Salvador Allende We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things: it was my destiny to love and say goodbye. - Still Another Day XV, Pablo Neruda I. See– from below the surface, the conical silver torrent of a radiant...
Our Amsterdam Dance
When a world was a walking distance, we wrote a letter together through the night and remnants of winter woods– never sealed, never sent. Perhaps that’s how I have a sense of you here– though the distance. Spin, glistening in the cool air of the second floor dining room light ubiquitous at the pale winter window; outside, flurrying scraps of hospital blankets and the sound of vinyl...
Widower I. Never more beautiful these oak and maple gilded leaflet letters written in silver autumnal rains prayers and words unspoken relinquished to the land II. He held her hand from five years away her death of this world never from his life his laugh his pride his tears now teeming with anticipation for the moment outside of night where morning refrains for a few fleeting moments her soul...
from the collection entitled, february
february Her face framed in soft darkness where she paints the pillow with feathered fire-strokes of hair The night is too small in this bed where the early morning is already in our eyes, on our skin with lips we strive to find ways without words fingertips tracing secrets to each other in the sanctum of this room entwined… …two red tulips bow ...