Asi, asi, asi
I was born to play the guitar. I'm sure of it. Before I was even born, I have often wondered, how many days my father must have played his songs so that I would come out into the world knowing them. Or did he even know he was listening? My father walked in on my... Continue Reading →
Poem draft
By the Colorado river a day after a rainstorm, and the grasses and trees are lush and sated. A cardinal lands on a tree, shakes itself, and it is the brightest apple I have ever seen.