Tagged: poetry

What was there to say? A friend dies, a poet dies, poetry lives on.

She comes on drenched...

I was the one who did it for you.

Who will take care of my dog?

Unsinewed by the wind's solicitations.

¿No vivir, no soñar, no tener ilusiones? Not to live, not to dream, not to have illusions?

The struggle for women's rights and voices goes a long way back.

A timely selection from Leaves of Grass.

I'm ashamed of my cheap rodeo, so I keep it secret from my friends.

Here's a poem that has not been revised or rewritten