id always liked blue and green of course , they were my natural favorite but i never realized how i avoided scenery of blue and green - appalachia that is - for what reason i have no idea... but i suppose there is an element to colorado that with more warm colors present , green and blue feel gr

Memory is frigid water and as we dive through the years, the fence remains unchanged, generation to generation, immutable. Mesh blots the sun. We have lived and died beneath this latticed shadow. The farmer claims the fence protects us from crossing the road—but we hear instead, the voice of the cro

UN NINO LLAMADO JOSE ESTUDIABA EN EL DIA Y TRBAJABA EN LA NOCHE LLENO DE RISA Y PREOCUPACIONES TENIA UN HERMANO Y CUATRO HERMANAS QUIEN ALIMENTABA, CHARLABAN, Y GOZABAN AYUDANDO A SU PADRES EL PROFESOR Y LA JEFA CON DEBERES, CUIDABA DE ELLOS SIEMPRE LIMPIANDO PISOS Y SUS PROPIAS PAREDES SI, JOSE

I see the colors That everyone else ignores I see the reds and the blues You see the grays and the darks I see the reasons You see the actions I see the cause and effect You see the what, the when And not the why, the how When we all start To see the world And all the colors weaved through our min

Burning, skating across my icy uncharted skin sheathing spasming muscles The steam rising and engulfing creating an asphyxiated yet euphoric sauna between us With blindfolded ecstasy I yearn to stay in this foggy hazy body-shaking stupified lovely limbo

I dipped my toes into the water For the first time in a long time It was so different I wanted to jump in In contrast to being pulled in I wanted to drown In the best way possible This time looked more promising But it turned to ice all too fast So here on these cold sands I wait in hibernation