Category: poetry

I wish I can pay the bus ride via my phone I haven’t said my affirmations this morning   my grandfather never said these words.   I flew to Paris this evening and I hate the idea of a clone   my grandfather never said these words.   I love you too and God does… Continue reading all the words I’ve never said

If I could only build my own monster- put it in a frame of some sort measured, calculated in a detailed report so i can face it, maybe we’ll talk and have coffee.   and maybe we’ll fight the last battle, but my monster is elusive metaphysical, slimy but corrosive. it cannot be touched, nor… Continue reading Monstrous Poem

I am waiting for you- I have left the door ajar and I planted the way with lavender-scented incense.   poetry, I’ve waited for you under the pelting rain, and the blazing sun no other refuge but your sudden embrace that grips me off guard and puts a plate of jasmine in front of me-… Continue reading Dear poetry

هنا خطواتي في هذا الشارع تعيد الصدى       في الشارع الاخر حيث                                                                اسمع خطواتي تعبر هذا الشارع حيث الحقيقي هو الغيمة فقط.… Continue reading هنا (مترجمة)

the dry fig leaves crushed under footsteps- Home is here.

I will have my poetry on the side; along with the worries of the day the stretch of the neck and the scream of the seagulls in the sky. I will have my poetry on the side, its savory smell sustains my forbearance.  

  Today I will just speak to you about the sound of the water falling, and of the yellow, dry cattails that break under my footstep when I’m sitting down to see the sun setting.   Tomorrow I will tell you of the swallows soaring in the sky, to which i raise my gaze abandoning… Continue reading intentions and a poem

Plato told me one day about the allegory of the cave, in which he saw the sun representing the ultimate truth. I can see why he would do that. There is only one sun. It helps us see things. It is warm. It is present all the time somewhere in the world. Sometimes it is… Continue reading Double Truth

Sierra Nevada mía Sierra Nevada mía, rudos barrancos; rasas al frío viento, perdidos pasos. Y el alba nieve, que en Corral de deseos se hizo perenne.   Sierra Nevada mía, tus altos Picos; horizontes en púrpura, sol prometido. Blanca apareces -cual sueño de la infanca- entre vergeles.     In Sierra Nevada of mine  In… Continue reading gypsy poetry I found in Granada