A Collection of Poems

Under the manycoloured showcase of the sky it passes in its slow flight, a heron, more tranquil than the evenmg.

Upon naked skin I write. Upon the ardent expanse which covers me and accompanies me throughout life’s journeys.

Come Beloved I will savor you with joy. You will dream of me tonight.

The young campesino returned to his humble home in the evening, tools in one hand, a bouquet of wildflowers in the other —a small offering fo...

Where did you come from, sleeping man. What cloud dropped you, what caravel.

Clothes out to dry and those clouds. There’s a new dog who follows me everywhere I go. He is here now, under the table. When it’s stor...