the Me in mestizo
I plow the clouds undust the cumulus Santa Ana winds breeze by. It is march idle and restless. Evidence is aftersought. I gather intentions pack them tightly. Pursue wild dreams. This wandering I so easily scared Is a wannabe Heron. This Heron seeks…
Read MoreIsraeli rain
Yet you instrument death at dawn. Like an old tune in Spring. A cacophony slicing scythe. New year meant nothing. This Aries dusk.
Read MoreI bear with you
I.- The eagle landed on a cactus back yonder. II.- Butterflies flew driven by Santana Winds. III.- Yes, I remember Satanta. Like a late autumn. IV.- Immobile I stare, this waft embraces.
Read MoreXicano haikus
1.- I stopped dreaming of a liberated Aztlan. It was enslaving. 2.- I became one with the past Two with the present and thirsty for more. 3.- I read about Aztlán and I wrote about Raza: I was made after its image. 4.- I am utterly lost seeking meaning…
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