Category: Poems

Astrid’s mom can see and speak to the dead. She’s upset because her dad passed away trying to save the Amazon. He was eaten by piranhas. At least she got to see her pops again after a murderous youth tried to trade her soul for his return to the living.…

Do youthful dreams die? Do they make our souls tremble as the years go by? As time moves further along from their fulfillment? Do they rattle you from your sleep in the night? Does the stillness of the Dawn remind you of what you could have been? Does a dream…

I look to the clouds while I’m out for a little exercise, a little jog for some fresh air under the mountain drizzle. Two planes fly overhead as the mountains are hidden by a strong, gray mist. The coquis’ sing loudly and the waterfall roars as it descends into the…

At the looney bin for an eval, two young ladies, one thin, one more huggable. Same old situation, same old feelings. Soon to be a Looney Tune again, partially. A strong sense of discomfort rises. I´ve been here before many times. Now, and again, to the sports and fitness aisle,…

Eddie Money is telling me he wants to go back and do it all over, but he knows he can’t. Time has gone by, and nothing can be the same. I feel like him, sometimes this place feels so dry, so past its prime, it gets depressing. “And I know…

Seven signs of Grace entrusted upon us by God for divine life. Signs to express supernatural realities. From the most High, to the lowest Low. Humiliation to Eternal Glory. Is this man Wise or does he believe himself wiser than all Lower than He? Santísima Humanidad… Can eyes lie? There’s…

At the doc again, it seemed like he remembered my case a bit. It’s been about a year since my last visit. He won’t say I’m crazy, but I believe I am. I used to be a regular there, so everyone that works there knows me. I never expect much…

You know, one thing that happens when you stop looking at your tiny mass surveillance device all the time is that you watch the rain fall on the windshield again and listen to the drops and the thunder. Life becomes vivid again. You can sit in that ambience and plan…

My epitaph will read: “That was a hot mess, inside a dumpster fire, inside a trainwreck” and I will laugh a hardy laugh wherever I may be after Carnal death. But for now, the road to recovery and the road to success are one in the same. Will there be…