I used to like it when light Announced changes It used to be so Air now Does that Sudden bursts Pre-tell The coming season As if fluttering tree leaves In summer or spring Fluttered differently than Fall or winter . It used to be so Here in E There in A

I wasn’t thinking you know me pruning a tree getting rid of dead bracnhes from a wim the lady passed by with her poodle ahead “va duktig du í¤r Julio” she said that is, in protestant speak, doing well Ese. Thank you I said. Am just taking dead branches away I muttered or said or…

I’m wont to excise burden from thee spare thee my godawful narrative yet fond I’m myself of relishing more often than not of doing just that – here’s thine dagger – thy pet thus this ungodlike nature sinks thee & I thrusting words of despair who dine everyday like a feast & us biting a…

En esta latitud sueca 57° 39’ 10” N hubo ventarrones hace unos dí­as En el recién cortado césped por Gisle, mi vecino noruego, yací­a un nido que mudó lugar a fuerza del aquilón ayer Hoy yace aún ahí­ y los polluelos láridos ahora grandes husmean el nido uno hasta se acomoda en él, permanece ahí­…

Habí­a demasiada luz a esas horas de la noche. Las sombras eran irreales. Casi cómicas. Se alargaban, se achicaban. Desaparecí­an. Un juego incomprensible. Hasta que me detuve. Irradabia luz eléctrica sobre mi. Un farol urbano que esconde todo. El amigo del enemigo es asfalto que consume el hertz, neutron, electron, ohms y la humanidad que…

the 29th/6 2015. 12ºC or 53.6ºF. Gray. Usually I reserve my merino wool shirts for the winter days. Yet am drawn to them still. That is, I find the need to wear them because I haven’t moved enough to feel heat become burdensome. Not that it will or promise to be. Even when I was…

those preadolescent somalians girls strolling on the bike path heads garbed in beautiful hijabs laugh as they hold a smartphone What makes them laugh I wonder that arab looking guy that I presumed gave me a hate look I wonder does he wish to blow me up? this dark haired browned skinned middle eastern young…

Resguardame de mi propia narrativa Resguardame de mis propios sentimientos No dejes que el odio se asiente en mi o que juzgue a las personas dioquis Dame la fuerza para seguir creyendo que soy un instrumento para tus designios que lo que hago es para tu honor disculpa si cada noche hago todo lo posible…