La Mano (The Hand)
Smooth hands are suspect.
I love the roughness of your touch,
the way your hands snag my silk blouses.
Sandpaper man, angel of the working classes,... more »
She folds the first love letter he sent into an origami crane
and goes to the river where she watches it bob
with the current. All the pretty words float downstream,
words like: “rare” and “beautiful, ” silly words really,... more »
La Rana (The Frog)
I sit on a boulder in the Trinity River and make peace with my fear
of the bear. I will leave it here with the tadpoles around my ankles,
speckled stones, tall grass and the frog’s eyes just above the surface.... more »