Day 17 – Write a poem about your favorite season in your favorite cities
a line you can’t cross
Day 16 – Write a poem about ‘packing.’ Open to interpretation.
Photo: Le Croisic – Tempête by ThierryB. https://www.flickr.com/photos/46891291@N02/ Summer love does not wait for long-winded diatribes It does not fester and spring upon the fool who sits by the shore and waits for the perfect wave. It falls in love with the swimmer who sees his possible fate and continues into the unknown. Bliss bequeaths the […]
My Perfect Disease
You are my HIV, my perfect disease.
My eventual downfall, the perpetual hum that slowly diffuses sweet poison into every scene we star in.
Being Latino, you can’t talk about ‘it’ unless you first cushion your sentence with a couple of “God Bless Us” and “Que Dios nos Ampare,” followed by twisting the sentence into a life lesson of sorts.
Why was today a Good Day?
VIII. You have a fire burning in your heart.