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
poetry
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
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
Sprinkle Some Cinnamon
Set kisses to high Flip once for an even brown Light, sweet and yummy AG
Long Term
Lets look down the road Past the traffic and people That path will be ours AG
Spark
Awake from slumber Greet your sunrise with a smile Place ink on a page AG
Attraction
Who are you? What's your name? When did you last smile? A warning though, I'm insane but wrapped in a neat package. Maybe my hugs are what you are searching for? Maybe my warmth has melted the long distance? Maybe my smile will shatter any real worry? Maybe my laughter leads to a perpetual joy? … Continue reading Attraction
Jigsaw
These corners go here Other pieces are scattered Lost some already AG
Maybe Not
What are you seeking, that you have untethered us like a lost Playland yellow kiss separated from a hive left me riding an empty merry-go-round alone in the dark Maybe this should have been unhurried or it wasn’t to be black seeds consumed by a stubborn bird pecking at our trunk stunting us before … Continue reading Maybe Not
I’m not your friend.
I didn't and still don't want to be your friend. A clear diamond, ruby or some other cold gem absorbing arrows and pretending I'm not bleeding through my mesh jersey; soiling the white letters. These words are cast-in-place for extra durability. Dominican concrete, suitable for vertical growth to ensure any city can rise from a … Continue reading I’m not your friend.
The Eclogues 
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