(Homage to Billy Collins’ poem The Future) When I grow old and older and older, when the day after tomorrow Is the last day after...

My grandmother’s mother lived in a round house, the smallest of towers hugged by vines, accessed by a bridge, a moated place. Her picture...

Early morning will slip out the door any moment now. She's done her chores. washed the sea grapes, stabled the restless palms, still...

When Cuqui called and invited me to lunch, I claimed to be busy. She wasn’t one of my favorite people. The last day of second grade, my...

River road y Black Warrior... por eso siento el río habitarme. Mis piernas ya no son las mismas. No puedo ver el río cuando cruzo la...

El deseo es un animal maltratado que deambula por cualquier negocio esta noche. Se monta sobre los cuerpos cansados, sobre las faldas...

Son las nueve, son las nueve en tu reloj y no en el mío, no en las esquinas que ocupas en tu casa, ausente de tus manos amplias como las...

Five pelicans keep their place in a vee to remind us it’s time to form our circle before the clouds trap us in their shadows and there’s...

Dark circles around watery eyes. The bookseller looked as if he’d been on a binge again and hadn’t had solid food for days. His hand...

Myrna Báez: Retrato de un sueño/ Portrait of a Dream I’ll know when the other woman in the painting and I are one. Time’s winged chariot...