My mother-in-law and I loved each other from the day we met until the day she died — years after my marriage to her…
Not all assumptions are created equal. You can safely assume that touching a hot pot with your bare…
It is my birth weekend as I write. I love to celebrate, and birthdays are as good an occasion to…
For Carlos Fuentes…
The unfettered syntax of everyday livingmakes learning the rulesof its private languagenearly now unknowable…
Only connect…
Refuse the amputated life,the ghost limb of being.The flesh must be felt in the flesh.Silicon…
Disdaining experts, he specializes in generalizations. He knows just enough about everything and almost everythingabout…
Eventus stultorum magister.
Poems are messages in bottles tossedinto a seathat does not careif they be found or not.
The waiter turns the cup around,
a habit, bred from suspicion