9/24/2001
I am little and peaceful. I am resting and serene. The morning splashes, spills ashes, drains. I am rain.
Monthly Archive: January 2006
9/23/2001
Camp MaKeeYa A full wave, a full fledged crest, my wing spreads, my wingspread, women seek protection, all these words, in touch with a mysticism like saliva, in touch with skin like the sun,...
9/2/2001
To leave behind the silvery light yellow pages of my celibate life. I want to cry again. I want to construct myself. If I put my legs on backwards, how would you want me?...
9/1/2001
All that reveals me all that heals me all that conceals me is in the pond.
poesia visual
Poesia Visual – El Taller de Zenón