Not all of what you would see is what you would show and that (the…

A cloudburst sweeps the harbor, the raw piers unmarred by a royal call to order.…

She lies back beneath gloomy hermetic skies. Her sails simmer and slip beneath the horizon,…

(for the ghosts of Cesar Vallejo, Blaise Cendrars, & Eugenio Montale) A man gets on…

Seven sanglant berries on a moon of mint. A suet-colored field under a sky of…