“Yesterday, I planted a seed

In my front yard, beside the rose bushes.

I dug it a grave, buried it in mulch,

Stood vigil over its silent form.”

“Dragging its fuliginous tail, miserably wailing,
Twitching its scarred ears, its howls for help unavailing,
For people jeered and guffawed at this helpless creature,
And nobody could perceive this canine’s unique feature.”

“she walked across the sand
laced with empty soda cans.
I am the hidden hero.”

“I hear pounding.
A war coming my way.
No one notices my fight
even if I am strong.
I am the hidden hero.”

“there’s a town.
west of a french quarter.”

“Her wistful affections are silken and blurred in my
heart. We call her
’Nostalgia.’”

“Reading names of men I never knew,
blurring as I stare into myself,
they came to rest in me.”

“Red faces yell in German. Not the kind

that the young Berlin entrepreneurs shout

into freshly bought iPhones, but the old German

that’s lost to an age pre-World Wars.”

“I am a Honduran woman con sangre de Lempira,
from the brown eyes to the luscious curls;
from the roll of tongues to la Punta,
Honduran blood runs through us.”

“Scrolling through the posts,
I await my sister's call, while
Mother Nature
exhales a 5 o’clock breeze.”

“In Maycomb, Alabama,

my father is a prominent lawyer defending a man whose life is on the line”