Poems less frequent than before but no less kick-ass. Friday, August 26, 2005. Escuchaba yo un disco - en la edad de los tocadiscos -. Entró mi padre, me comentó, extrañado y despectivo, que le sonaba a piano de cóctel. En vano habría sido contestarle, avergonzado, que se trataba del gran Bill Evans. Cut it to a chair,.

Sunday April 15, 2018 Skip to Content. Noon Mass at Sacré Coeur. Adam Vines is an assistant professor of English at the University of Alabama at Birmingham and editor of. Will be the benchmark for contemporary ekphrastic poetry for some time to come. Bite-sized wisdom on an invisible stick.

You must not utter a word about. But just one set of batteries and emergency rations. How the skies have painted themselves tonight;. To make something in time? Dipped in amber,. A half-molten golden gaze of challenge. Swirling from the city bank of lights.

What is What and How I see It. Wednesday, August 25, 2010. I have been having a fantastic day. School was enjoyable and all of my classes seem awesome. I have been holding out a good happy poem for all my readers and today is the day to let the world hear it. The sun creeps slowly, over the horizon. First, he swings his gut up over the tree line. Each leg hefted afterwords, a stumbling accompaniment. Yes, the morning has come. Sigh and meet the day.