Vanity I  John—–Gloves on, Scarff to the wind, Jacket snugg, I feel the power, I am that POWER!!!! And where is precision, by go...

San Francisco and other poetic dreams is made possible by Writers workshop 146 Leavenworth St. San Francisco CA. Edited by Don B...

"English poems, translation by Jay Sánchez, Rennon Mariano & Keith O'Donnell" Way   After I Jumping,   I May regre...

Addi Why? Why do you disturb my sleep? Oh Addi sometimes I feel you take my will. I am helpless. Addi, Hell-ples, Help-less:…..H...

I marvel at the sea for, in its vastness, It neither takes a rest, nor sleeps. Beneath the apparent surface of fake calmness There is much m...

Lesson Learned in Chicago   You strut in with gang signs in your eyes, I arrive with books under my arms. You have lived on the streets wher...

Your body's punctuation  From this point I wonder. . . About the ellipsis and the commas Only familiar to your body and me. I’m now fill...

Wafi Salih , 1965, venezuelan poet. She is called a master of contemporary haiku.  She is Magister in Latinoamerican Literature ...

Third floor I Tie and Untie myself  and count to three,  it is incomplete,  and an empty longing,  full of symbols that mean not...