Our 1972 Buick lumbered down the freeway,
surfing the shimmering heat waves of August,
leaving the hazy Dallas skyline in the past.
It was a long ride back home… 206 more words
2 days, 9 hours
There are many ways to throw oneself away.
Jesus, the Way the Truth and the Life,
bent over to pick up
a discarded cigarette butt… 116 more words
1 week, 2 days
I use to wonder if I should have been named something that reminds me of the nopales I eat every morning, sautéed with tomatoes, onions, potatoes, and… 120 more words
1 week, 3 days
dirty polyester stretches across the sky
and its soft, water droplets caress the earth—shy kisses
erupt like the rings of a tree stump on black, 17 more words
1 week, 5 days
a product of my catharsis
Faith; you are not of those who shrink back and are destroyed,but to those who have faith and are saved.
You are fighting a great war, no doubt… 217 more words
in midwestern diners, they order horchata, frijoles, y arroz
and squeeze their watermelon hips on red, plastic stools
while waiters savor their flavorful accents… 71 more words
your mountain-top cheekbones were all i could see; if i swallowed your entire face: your pudgy nose, whitewater eyes, small lips, and your mocha frappuccino skin, 75 more words
2 weeks, 2 days