[God’s] Silence   “He put His lips to my ear and didn’t say a thing.” – Jaime Sabines Did you know that your choice of not speaking is also speaking

Fever dreams From the beginning, the art was tied to labor and labor to its art. The chisel, the hammer, the pen; the odd job, the scraping, the barely- getting-by:

Stoplight nights  It wasn’t like he hadn’t been here before Late at night, searching for the right bottle Amongst the rack of whites and reds and candy-flavored vodkas The bright

The Beetle Lumbering over thesun-speckled concrete sidewalk, the traveler’s legs buckled under its bulky brown carapace the way I bend under sacks chock-a-block with groceries.Less noisy than John, Paul, George

Find us in the starry light -a villanelle   Find us in the starry light Spinning dolce lullaby Waltzing in the inky night   A Mambo through black and white