As a youth, I realized a few things about life. Being an adult is difficult Each distinct street triggers arrows of movement. Glutted alleys of clashes consume cars of choices. Untidy avenues with rusty dented doors smeared beneath blue paint stand by shuffling feet gone awry. Everyday you must try; move a few yards forward … Continue reading Memoir
Eclogues
This is the main hub for all content. Most poems were written by me but any poem that was crafted by someone else will be noted as EP or Extra Poet.
Chilly Winter
Hanging sun,staring downfollowing your travels.Hugging rays offer warmth on a brisk winter's evening;You choose to stay cool,casual, with a cloudy smile of "friendship".A hesitant message birthed by gray fogsbut delivered by twisting winds within your house.The moon will rise soonshadows will shift somewhere else. Forcing tides to wipe the land clean.
Remorse
Today I type. The act of deceitful stories has forced my lead pencil down. Omitted tales during key scenes; some of day and others of night returned drippingwords at duskto etch adverbs into a screen. It caused longmonologs that stirred doubts, then deletes. Things have continued as before but it isn't the same. AG
Conference Call
We will proceed, only after an internal council has convened, debated and suggested a resolution. Once my senatus have pulled out their steel chairs and taken their grooved plush seats, making this meeting official. The usual suspects are there, forming a murmuring round table of misfits, fools and opinionated intellectuals. Conviction will strike twice … Continue reading Conference Call
Prickly
I placed my cactus in your house but that was my mistake. It barely needed glowing attention or prickly waxy arms hugged by dripping rain. I placed my cactus in your house, but that was my mistake. When I had the chubby plant on the ledge, it usually stretched yellow flowers at the sky. I … Continue reading Prickly
La Cereza
Cereza is being shipped home right now; flying over rotund clouds and beyond a vast ocean. Your smile returning like a bird averting winter. For now, we are divided like day from night. Our lives snap back into empty rooms and ordered meals that have gone cold on a small gray counter. I'll remember my … Continue reading La Cereza
Me voy de viaje…
Para…don't cast your sobbing shadow on me. Este libro bueno still has so many unread pages for you. Yo todavia must go to the bodega on 6th for some things. Las hojas naranjas are starting to dance and need to be picked up. El sol will still rise in Chinatown and set by the empty … Continue reading Me voy de viaje…
Longevity Orchards
The elevated fertile sagwa tree's by our elementary school have given birth to a gaggle of tiny brown juice boxes. I'm not sure how this is truly relevant right now but this is what I have recently cultivated in my bald county. Let us hand them out after lunch at around 1:30pm so that the crisp … Continue reading Longevity Orchards
Heavier than iron
'Till this day, I am still sailing without lighthouses. All this digital information at my fingers but none of it cures my seizing illness as I hurl off the bow. Every morning I rock and roll out of a pitched bed, like the scuffed baseball ready to be tossed into fans. Red stitching worn and … Continue reading Heavier than iron
Extra Viejo
I'm still here waiting. Sipping a chilled glass of doubt. Aging gracefully? AG
The Eclogues 
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