Monday, May 18, 2015


Yoko Ono screams Fun on a billboard
War is Fun for those waging it, a writer finds
Could that be why the world is burning?

Monday, May 04, 2015

The end of a road

I see my career in shambles 
Like a train wreck on arid land
Could the dessert bloom in Spring?

*Old man in sorrow- Van Gogh*

Friday, May 01, 2015


El primer día del mes está terminando
No hay en el aire ese optimismo
Con el que Abril había empezado


Monday, April 13, 2015


I know of many presidents
The little voice in the back seat recalls
Which one talked about peace and love?

Blue sky

Teetering at the edge of bankrupcy
I try and I walk
Towards that promised blue sky


Scooting under the intense spring flowering
I had today a preview of things to come
Not again, rules, more rules Daddi?

Saturday, April 11, 2015


Maybe it is time for me to embrace
My fears and insecurities
As the land welcomes the Spring

Friday, April 03, 2015

First, redux

Only a fool
Would take this for Spring
Winter, leave the stage!

Is there?

Is there a writer in me
Hidden fearful oppressed
Waiting to bloom again?

Thursday, April 02, 2015

Late start

A friend just reminded me
Of a public demonstration
Decades ago, 
33 years to be precise
Listening to who then was president
Announcing the invation
Of far away islands
I was there, by a statue
With friends calling this idiot
A drunk, an intoxicated person
Sending our country down a crazy path
A path of war, where the other would be killed
Not him, the drunk president

And suddenly I realize
That one of those little heads
At the base of the white pyramid
One of those heads
One of them
It was me.