A poem about art, desire, and longing. Also, the first letter of every word in the third stanza spells LUSTY and that’s reason enough to read it.

This photo of the floating gardens just outside of Mexico City has nothing to do with Thanksgiving and relationships, but the poem really does.

I sometimes forget that the glass I’m looking into holds very little for me.

A poem inspired by shedding my skin.

A poem about a Gringa in Guatemala.

A poem about the magic and beauty of Lake Atitlan, Guatemala.

A poem instpired by a lover and my two cats.