January 2013
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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...
January 2012
1 post
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...
September 2011
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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...
August 2011
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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
...
June 2011
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April 2011
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