WALKING WITH IXCHEL walking a windy path to the edge Ixchel closes her eyes to see if she might stumble undeterred by darkness our moon goddess never falters never misses a step balances on tip-toes to the jagged rim before falling from raw cliffs into a fruity cocktail-colored sea unlike staggering rum-soaked conquistadors walking the […]
TEACHERS dusk in an empty room shadows the past, present and future in Isla who once watched the sea I see through these very windows? mysterious strangers visiting our Lotus refuge feeling the Maya drum beat in the cool air seekers savoring comfort relishing the scene without fear who are these laughing spirits now sitting […]
I hear the train a comin’ rolling ’round the bend And I ain’t seen trouble like this since I don’t know when. Get ready, Scranton, Wilkes-Barre, Hazleton and God knows how many dirty little coal patch towns in between. The Trump train’s a coming to a re-election rally near you. Beer guzzling Johnny Cash fanatics, […]
MOONBEAMS the man in the moon pouts with woeful eyes, mouth and nose sadness empty-headed weak poor lonely man in the moon he knows not the true meaning of his glow lunar luster shines from her not him ixchel sitting on a sharp moon sliver a swing in our heavenly garden radiating moonbeams that […]
NEXT TIME IN ISLA if you sit quietly watching coconuts sleep on a sturdy roof of sticks, you might notice the simmering carribean sea in the distance you might wonder what lies beyond the glistening smooth horizon cuba havana an ice cream cone dripping on my tropical shirt decorated with lighthouses where a laughing schoolgirl […]
