Monday, October 5, 2020




The earth has mood swings too.


They're called


The four seasons.







Tuesday, August 4, 2020

By Heart

When I was three years old

I knew

where my heart was taking me

Illustration by Anita Pelayo Rivera


my head

could plan my destiny.

He was an average-sized man.

My father's fingers

short, blistered and used to the tedious work


upholstering furniture for a living

glided over the piano keys


clouds across a full moon.


I'm 62 and now it's my turn.

This piece of music that I know

By Heart

will be the subject of my studies


that I am retired from teaching.

Back when my father played

Clair de Lune


when I hear it now

its reflective arpeggios


tonic genius

make me feel as if I'm the only one

in the world

meant to hear the poetry

of the moon.

What whispers unspeakable words of love

to you?