Time takes back everything it once started.
A guy once wanted to rename the US ‘Freedonia’. It didn’t catch up, because slavery remains.
Sometimes you just want to lay down and stay there.
There’s something about that delicate line between life and death that’s so central to nature… It’s poetic.
Back in my friend’s town they don’t like foreigners.
October will be Haikutober. Why not?
After the storm, everything is calm, but the minds of the young are still energetic and need to move on.
It’s been a year since I’ve been in the U.S This poem is a celebration of the Spanish language and a little reply to some of the protesters in Virginia.