Heart of Arson (Poem)

I knew a young man who set the world around him on fire This heart of arson tied to a mother Who never could love him. I wonder how you are doing these days? Will you ever forgive yourself?Your mother?The world? I hope you find peace.

Cork, Ireland (Poem)

CorkI knew a woman of rain,Whom drew breath within the emerald isle,Flowing Auburn hair cascading across elegant drawn outcollarbones like Waterfalls,Tracing her embodiment,Radiant beside me,Tender to the touch,Subduing her, -a rebel county,Unto muted Splendor,Her tender voice like a wisping fireplace,The crisp coastal breeze kissing me in return,Two travelers pulled across fragmented moments of Eden,Maybe in another …

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Día De Los Muertos 2018. San Francisco

A month later, Día De Los Muertos 2018 On November 2nd I attended the Día De Los Muertos celebration in the Mission District. Streets were filled as we witnessed processions, saw altars and art installation, where Marigold flowers abounded. We also stopped by the Mission Cultural Center to view the “Flight of the Ancestors” exhibit. …

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Two Poems Published! Acentos Review

Acentos Review is a quarterly literature journal emphasizing Latino/a artistic expression. This is my first time being published by a literary journal!This positive response makes me want to publish more pieces of work in even more journals. It shows me that this really is a possibility,To anyone and everyone that this post reaches, thank you for the support!To best …

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Oaxaca; There is a kingdom in the skyWhere clouds are kingWhere providence kissesThe earth to sleep at night,Stars draped in Silence,Where men live for the earth,Not in spite of it,Where waterfalls run upwardsand backwards,Where…


2016 – San Francisco I dream,… – I come home,Front door open,Grandma’s house,Tias are all there,Mother tells me,“he is here, he is here”I reply“who?”But I know already,Sitting around the kitchen table is grandfather and all his children,Grandma and all.He is younger then,Younger than I ever knew him,But him all the same,I approach and sit with them.…I am …

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9 Generations

Some MesoAmerican and NativeAmerican peoples, Believe that we carry 9 generations of ancestors within us.  9 generations who live inside of us. Spiritual guides in life, and death. Influencing who we are, protecting us from misfortune,  An entourage of spirits. 9 generations of teachers, healers, builders, and waysayers. But what of this disconnect. What of the …

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