seems depressed. His usual courting call ending in a rapid, repetitive note tuit-tuit-tuit-tuit-tuit-it-it-ititititit is now short, by more than half. He never arrives at the final flourish his pièce de résistance his pleading, staccato insistence for a mate tuit-tuit-tuit-tuit resigned … Continue reading →

While tempests burn the land, the sea, the skies and trees fall, raging through the charcoal-ed air with much to entertain, we turn our eyes the Gods of excess laugh, and let go care. We worship at the altar of … Continue reading →

the Cafe Castelo can was a cheerful canary-yellow with a wooden cover secured on the top and holes on each end to let the weather pass through it hung, turned up just a bit, on a forest-green shepherd’s hook which … Continue reading →

I spend fallow days sewing small repairs by hand working on old huipils, second-hand jackets cotton pulled loose by relentless movement my fingers ache pinching worn woven fabric vision blurs in the impassable needle’s eye I ask forgiveness and reach … Continue reading →

I am an Iris thief pilfering lost fields a gleaner of abandoned, rebellious gardens that hold on and wait under collapsed, rotted boards that charcoal the already black soil   far off the highways devalued land erupts with history steeped … Continue reading →