The Impossible Truth

The Impossible Truth Gabo is dead. Nevermind that he lives on in letters that never come and in a dead Continue reading →

Whoa!

Whoa! Little Mr. Greensoles strolls down the Aisle of Amazing Unnamed Delights past fat bags of kitty litter bulging bottles Continue reading →

Let’s Hear It for the Saints!

Let’s Hear It for the Saints! Hallelujah for our patron saints and for Churchly imagination! Bless Isidore of Seville who, Continue reading →

A Bouquet of Early Gratitude

 A Bouquet of Early Gratitude I give thanks for the sweet bouquet of my childhood, for bursting into the world Continue reading →

Door

Door On gray days we write poems of Gaucín’s whitewashed houses reflecting blue sky, pink roof tiles, houses cascading down Continue reading →

Red Boots

Red Boots Good morning Red Boots! I just pulled you on all by myself at the crack of dawn. You’re Continue reading →

Dear Gabo,

Dear Gabo, I think it was at the end of class on a Friday and we were talking about weird goosebumpy stuff to Continue reading →

To Do:

To Do: __I will sanitize the house __I will kiss a mouse __and then I will weed __or plant some Continue reading →