Baker Beach

I dreamt of you beneath the full moon’s glow and craved a portal to the moments of our youth. How unusual? Me who sweeps night’s visions away like broom and dirt now leaving the dust of memory to scatter and pillow on the bedroom’s scuffed pinewood floor. I tried fitting fragments of slumber into myContinue reading “Baker Beach”

What Was and Shall Be

Dear: please, forgive me for not having seen the curve of your heart fold in front of me Our love was without hellos, now it’s tear-stained goodbyes. Your droopy antenna pulls towards a blank gray sky And you will fly on with gray plastered wings, drifting high over our far-gone dreams Yes – I willContinue reading “What Was and Shall Be”

The Idea of Musings

It was his hands that made Stubborn strokes fade out of denim. He measured the hour in colors. He was the sole gardener of curiosity in which he hoed. When he stared, The seeds took roots that became adoration. That was his vision, for he was the painter. Then I, spying as a daisy, beheldContinue reading “The Idea of Musings”

pensamientos de la noche

I wrote this while I was actively studying Spanish. I realize that this is imperfect, but I admire Pablo Neruda and was inspired to try writing a poem in another language after reading his bilingual anthology.