Saturday, December 23, 2017

I'm back

anita pelayo rivera les dames d'abord

But not for long.

This stretched-out journey of change

has curved my path

down unexpected realities

that are blessed in memory with abandoned


 unforgotten destinations.

anita pelayo rivera les dames d'abord

In each season, however,

you have been there 

each one of you 

who has stayed with me

as an angel

anita pelayo rivera les dames d'abord

to guide me back home

to my calling

anita pelayo rivera les dames d'abord

to explore the most productive landscape in each one of us:

anita pelayo rivera les dames d'abord

the empty and open space where 

the only way any of us can see 

the light of the world

is to open 

our heart. 

Happy Holidays to all who pass by here. 

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Wednesday, August 23, 2017


They come once
every eight months:
freshman, sophomores,
seniors, preparing

for university.
Between periods
in the windowless basement
of the language department,

a constellation
of student bodies,
a collision of backpacks,
become a monumental event

in my sky.
A white boy as big
as the moon
stays faithful to his orbit toward

Latin class.
A Somali student's
shadow angles forward.
But on their strict ecliptic path

of punctuality,
the two freshman find
each other
in the uncertainty

of this space,
reach out into
an embrace
with a brief, "Hey man, how ya doin'?"

then slide toward their assigned destinations
from an elegant penumbra.
The bell rings, I close
my steel door behind the last student,

and all I want to do is ask if anyone
had seen the eclipse.