Category Archives: Poetry

there is a place in the inbetween. where we become the traffic of narco trafficantes there is a place in between where we become the traffic of libro trafficantes there is a border in between those borders. where we are trying desperately to save our children our selves and the real story behind these smokingContinue reading “mexican jazz part 60”

When When a poet that struck our soul dies. we are always left with a gap of dreams and ghosts left behind by words not written. not spoken the gathered winds of their breath no longer present. we are left with the layered presente notions of what does that vacuum inside of us mean. inContinue reading “when”