How have you not left meafter all the trouble I've caused.Run into another's gentle hand to to start a new diary by the window. Gone with other books or pads. Gone like the lead marks in my notes. Flowed into a stationary for fresh pages and clean lines not riddled with errors. Somehow you continue … Continue reading The Pen and I
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Memoir
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
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
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
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
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
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.
On the bus
I'll ride with locals Traveling South after work In search of some warmth AG
The Eclogues 
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