El Silencio

To my sister in another continent I can easily imagine the universe at the precise point prior to the Big Bang when neither poets nor poems existed, and the tongue silent and immobile inside the mouth could not utter a single word, or when the Cherokees’ mythic stories waited for their shamans to chant them. […]

Pero Yo ya no Soy Yo*

I search on the hidden face of the moon for the sadness my mother left on my temples every time she kissed me missing me already, and the steady hands with which I gambled an enviable future for this American world. A memory of my beginning shapes into a fist. Our home in the country […]