Fairy Tales Sometimes – Al I want to do is run. Is that really so bad? So what if I do not want to be here anymore, or play their games – by their rules? There has to be something better. Doesn’t there? Give me back my fairy tales. Let...
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As One Listens To The Rain by Octavio Paz Listen to me as one listens to the rain, not attentive, not distracted, light footsteps, thin drizzle, water that is air, air that is time, the day is still leaving, the night has yet to arrive, figurations of mist at the turn of the...
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Ever Since by Archibald MacLeish What do you remember thinking back? What do you think of at dusk in the slack Evening when the mind refills With the cool past as a well fills in Darkness from forgotten rains? Do you think of walking in the all-night train, The curtains drawn, the...
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Will you be my friend? by James Kavanaugh Will you be my friend? There are so many reasons why you never should: I’m sometimes sullen, often shy, acutely sensitive, My fear erupts as anger, I find it hard to give, I talk about myself when I’m afraid And often spend a day without...
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Cuando salí de Cuba by Luis Aguilé Nunca podré morirme, mi corazón no lo tengo aquí, alguien me está esperando, me está aguardando que vuelva allí. Cuando salí de Cuba dejé mi vida, dejé mi amor Cuando salí de Cuba dejé enterrado mi corazón. Late y sigue latiendo porque mi tierra vida le...
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What is Left Unsaid? Lately, I think a lot about what is left unsaid. In a crowded room, where others might be at a loss for words, you and I always seem to speak. Yet here in the dark, with no one else around, silence suddenly permeates the air, like it never...
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“I Hope You Dance” by Mark D. Sanders and Tia Sillers I hope you never lose your sense of wonder, You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger, May you never take one single breath for granted, God forbid love ever leave you empty handed, I hope you still feel...
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A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,...
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Maraquita Bound You’re Maraquita bound, looking for old memories? Or trying to make new ones? It doesn’t matter which. When you walk down the street – glance up. See where we lived. See where we loved. My ghost inhabits Maraquita, you cannot easily forget me. Maraquita even sounds like...
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Loneliness by Marcialito Barros Loneliness, simply said, does no justice, So commonly felt, so hard to express, Rich or poor, it strikes without prejudice, In a time where one feels so powerless, It swiftly escalates to depression, Or just as easily spirals downward, Plunged in a hazed world stripped of emotion, With what...
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