To the Young Poet
We are the sons of lesser men the gradual heirs to decline, in a crumbling world that now and then sires a voice that does not whine. The things we learned are feared and hated, hard-veined...
Read MoreIdeal
I do not want a woman now who I will love forever, yet possess without endeavor. I do not want gifts, the many hungers that I yearned that will come to me unearned. I want the pleasure of a...
Read MoreMan’s Hope
To the spirit of man in the night who vigils of loneliness keeps, between moments of deep innersight of frail brothers for whom he weeps. For sorrows that breed in the span that truth and...
Read MoreThe Vicious Cycle of Life or How I Became a Man
The unsettling sound of a board against flesh resounded in the garage, followed by a very loud obscenity. The dust that had been living comfortably on the shelf made itself into a gray...
Read MoreDon’t Judge a Book By it’s Cover
A puff of air escaped my lips, more out of frustration than the need to breathe. Another one of my “Off Days” shot in the rump. I had just gotten a bad inspection on my car, and was in...
Read MoreCorazon Valiente, The brave heart
“He was from Guyome.” My grandmother replies when I point to the picture. “Gy-yome?” I’m always confused when she mixes up words. Its like they expect me to know...
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