Category Archives: memories

First of May Square / Plaza Primero de Mayo (bilingual)

Bustling, busy, beautiful, Buenos Aires. A tourist trip drops into the square, The Pink House of power, walls tainted in blood, from beginning. A soothsayer’s prediction of future crimes? Los desaparecidos, los desaparecidos. Bustling, busy, beautifu,l Buenos Aires. A tourist … Continue reading

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The Power of Poison (bilingual)

The drops of Venom formed rivers of terraced wounds. Wounds relentlessly, mercilessly, whiplashed, time and time again. The hierarchy of attitudes obscured a yardstick of valueless rituals. Rituals of no appreciation, no respect thrust time and time again. The illusions … Continue reading

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Silk Sensations (Bilingual)

Eyes courting, catching, coveting, Probing, piercing, a tender treasured rose. Singing, twinkling, tingling, emotions. Like dancing bouncing brimming champagne. Fragile, firm, formed. Inviting, alluring, implying, like the glittering glowing glaze on fine formed porcelain. Soothed, satisfied, shimmering, as if smooth … Continue reading

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My Darling Daddy

This months marks the eighth anniversary of my father’s death.  Still much missed, but in remembrance the small  poem I wrote for his funeral. The composition in itself brought me peace. The gift of poetry. My Darling Daddy Who are … Continue reading

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City of Stone (Bilingual)

Bitter winds batter brittle barren basalt. Clearing clinging clouds, blanket mists, Hungry haars embracing, shrouding, homes, hearts, hopes, and minds. A city set in stone, styled in stone. Outlying, peppered between the braes, a cacophony of tons, beacons like bike … Continue reading

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I Want to See Your Voice / Quiero Ver tu Voz.

I would like to See your voice, Hear your eyes, Feel your smile, Drink your words, Paint your spirit. Caress myself with your soul, Walk inside your mind, And above all I’d love to Dance to the rhythm of the … Continue reading

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