*** (REVISED: 2‑28‑2026) *** Everything, palace intrigue, shop‑worn tiara; Two‑faced modelos: Espera por ti! Model, tall hair, deigned for gowns, grown‑up hour; Bejeweled and bedecked. Night‑signs aloft, a signal hour, as dark goes the hearth. Tierra: land still, darkness, black as ink, Moon left for other regions, mother left: A chaotic vacuum resides, all the while the ocean whispers— One hears it on the beach—uncertainty. But even heart of darkness, a count of infinity: Wi

POETRY Starry arms, the Cosmos, don't own your time, instead, it is borrowed. Hence, the time we weave with desperation. Laid out, terms of the contract, out in plain English. Continues does life. At the end of the spider's thread. A barn's floor where all miracles manifest, the stupor of wonder. Behold the slowish swivel of sparkling love, gather does dreams in her arms. Silk cloth of sensation a star-filled canyon with lake and sky and comforting walk wall outside craggy dr