[tabby title="Poem"] Treasure Hablo español.I began to learnwhen I was fifty-one. The language was difficult,required a lot of work.My teachers taughtme the language and openedthe door to a colorful,spirited world, differentfrom my colonial-styleneighborhood. Although I make errorsand do not understandcompletely,I...

[tabby title="Poem"] I touched the solid stoneyou gave meon a foggy morning when you no longer knowhow close or far things are: the trees,the rocks,the knowledge. It reminded meof the illusion ofbeing solid. And I thought:Is the love of the...

[tabby title="Poem"] The creature has tusks of memory,Thoughts of living a state of grace,More hopeful than appeals to race,A most merriment in serious reverie. Gigantic in both size and thought,A mind that truths might be known.We know by behaviour that...

[tabby title="Poem"] No vendor is shouting. No customer is standing. But the market is full. Rupees are being exchanged. There is real bargaining. Customers aren't taking anything from the market. But merchants are making money. Lives are being sold. But...

[tabby title="Poem"] There is nothingbeautifulabout betrayal Even the lines of its poemremain un-syncopatedA missed heartbeat There is a breath in the centerof something that should be wholeA silence in what should be music In the little hollowthe little deathfading into...