I've fallen and emerged with swells of a red ocean’s crescendo
I am no longer the same sad siren
now her wonder whips grief back into the curve of a wave
that had taken my faith in the tumble
le petite morte
I rise from the froth like the phoenix
ribbons of new wisdom flap from my wings
she seals my open heartache when I land on the
shore of my own mothering and
I am able to love

The lotus of her muse blossoms before our aging eyes. She sings and dances with the wind of the old country fueling her spark. Ave es linda cuando canta su cancion...

Sonrisa Morena or brown sunset

This is the round face that traced the bardo to come and find a woman disheveled in loss. She has given me brown smiles, sunsets of hope tucked behind a blanket we use to fall asleep together.

City

city cold night
we are a
bundle of fiberful love
girl of my bone
flesh emerged from
a locket beneath my heart
this is how we laugh
while wind licks the fog
in papa's boyhood home