Postcard from Nicaragua
you can call me vos (tu in other parts) I am Arturo Puro Corazon a Latino trapped in a gringo’s body his legs too long for the taxis in Managua the knees crammed up to his eyeballs his feet too… Read more ›
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Speak to Me
With your enigmatic smile you were my Giaconda, pouring out your sympathy like wine, keeping your feelings bottled up inside like aged liqueur. You greeted our son’s death with stoic silence, numbing your grief with cigarettes and concealing the… Read more ›
Scrabble Love
A passion for language set their hearts aflutter, not only for the bingos like ECSTASY that earned an extra fifty points but for smaller words like QI the Chinese force inherent in all things and KA the Egyptian word for… Read more ›
Kelly and Rachel
Kelly was fighting Irish all the way, a former choir boy from Troy with close-cropped hair, his mind and body tuned like a fine Italian car. Rachel was , let’s say, to a gentle manner born, a daughter of Israel… Read more ›
Somewhere
At unexpected moments he could feel her fingers plucking at his heartstrings, playing the tune they used to sing off-key on long trips while the old Toyota chugged up the mountains barely doing forty-five and the children fidgeted in the… Read more ›
A Brief Note
Art, you’ll find my salt and peppered heart in a covered dish on the kitchen counter next to the stove. It’s been soaked all day in your savory love. Pop it in and bake it at three fifty for half… Read more ›
Class of ’63
He’s searching for a pair of sea-green eyes, a strand of streaked blond hair, the full lips he hungrily kissed by the lake in Central Park some fifty years ago. It all comes back, impromptu concerts on the… Read more ›
you said
after so much pain you said you’d be my talisman my lucky penny silver eye my sacred hand of God dangling from a chain to prevent mischance you said you’d christen me with secret names so death would never find… Read more ›
mayan frieze
like figures in a Mayan frieze the borders hem us in I can’t tell where you leave off and I begin I eat to satisfy your hunger you drink to quench my thirst your slightest wound marks my skin with… Read more ›
The Huipil
I don’t hold with those who think that we’re the Chosen People but the joy of waking by your side has almost made me a believer. Small miracles are woven from quiet moments such as this, each colored strand locked… Read more ›