Poetry

Before the beginning there was a total absence of everything where even nothing did not

I dreamed i was a cartoon woman, though at first i was myself observing two

Her mother was rather tall, strong, big boned and over weight. she wore long, loose,

Father sabastion is standing atop the thick adobe arch of the hacienda’s gate, in the

The leaves turned to look at their destination. They always knew their time in the

Cold descends shimmering yet unseen, spilling from the dark vault of space behind a guise

The view is from the shoes of a dancing madman laughing at the moon, as

The whales in the lagoon are spouting deep snores of a troubled sleep. they are

I know, nearly as fact that Indians rode past the large rocks in this stream