My oasis


There are things that I cannot change

The broken shards of life that sting

Like nettles around my heart

Infecting my attitude

Reflected in my prickly disposition

You are my desert flower

Bountiful beacon of beauty

In less-than-friendly environs

The sweet pear fruit of the cactus

I find my sustenance in your eyes

You water my soul and revitalize it

From a natural spring of goodness

My splinters glom over in your dew

I hope to wear an amber coat

To shield from future fractition


A year’s time


As the seasons slowly change

Morphing wardrobe choices

Sneaking behind life decisions

I think of you

Summer welcomes autumn

While we fall in love

In a simple, natural way

Like lapping waves to shore

I think of you

As another grey whisker grows

And life sheds another lesson

My patience ebbs and flows

A tempered heart again hits flame

All the while, I think of you

So when the wind changes

From a summer kiss to a winter nip

Time will pass and make us stronger

We will be fortified to endure both

To see many more season come and go

In the wind


When the wind whispers

I hear many things

Mostly, I relive the past

Those sotto voce notes that hide

But when the wind whispers

You envelop me

I feel tomorrow, now

In your smile I find fate

The whispers in the dark

Are the same as in the light

So no matter what happens at night

I have your whispers

In the wind you find me

There I find my peace

Because my heart listens

When you whisper into the wind



Your eyes can be better

Than cloudless blue skies

On mornings waking next to you

Half-awake and comatose

I force myself

To at least one open eye

As the Sandman hangs heavy

To see the fortunate peek

I am blissfully afforded

Into heaven

Let your hair down


I get out of work

It is late

I let my hair down

We had spent the weekend together

A day in the sun

Grilled out

I had let my hair down

I spent the night at your place

You had run errands

I tried to be domestic

I had let my hair down

The next day

You worked during the day

I watched your TV, then showered

Then worked through the night

When I let my hair down

With your shampoo’s scent

The wind took me to you

Golden treasures


My simple black V-neck

Seems to attract your golden threads

Just friendly reminders of you

And so I value them as treasures

Appearing randomly in unexpected places

Like gems out of nowhere

You are an alchemist’s dream

All the things


You were brave enough

Gathered your thoughts

But as usual, were too stubborn 

Your eyes betrayed you 

There was no hiding your meaning

When you uttered those three words

Every day we collect more of the things

A full life


I normally write poems here, but I wanted to leave something said so that, should I be “called home”, there could be no ambiguity to this subject. I am currently 35-years-old, and in my eyes, I have lived a full life already. I look forward to what I’m trying to treat as my “second life” and the experiences and people that will fill what is to come.

What I want to write about here, though, is my “1st life”. I have been fortunate from the beginning. My parents still are together and supporting and loving my little brother and myself. That is a feat that is so uncommon these days, that it must be my base stock for the endowment of fortune in my life. With the stability that my family provides, I have been able to explore the world and expand my circle of loved ones. That is where I find my wealth.

I have lived in many neighborhoods and have traveled the world and country; more than most will in a lifetime. Along the way I have expanded my “family”. My best friends have given me the honors of being in their weddings, ranging in capacity from groomsman, best man and I even officiated one solid matrimonial ceremony (and am Godfather to the fruit of that love). It is humbling to be so loved by so many, with so little to give.

I write this today because the end of the year is drawing nye and I am reflecting on life’s ebbs and flows. This year has had its lion’s share of calamity, loss and injustice, both personal and collective. So there is a dilemma presented with that fact; what should be my focus? Loss or love?

I choose love. I give thanks to those that I share my life with and to those no longer with us that enriched my world. I am strengthened by the support and unfailing safety net provided. The acceptance of my flaws gives me hope to become better. The understanding of my sense of humor keeps me sane.

As my “family” grows, I just wanted to take a moment on a bullied pulpit to say thank you for the life I have, that would be nothing without you.



There are short stories 

And ones that go

On in memories 

I hope that you breach that gap

My heart can’t take much more

The threshold is small

But let’s risk it all

Hold my hand 

And run


Cada día vuele 

Si Dios quiere

A veces hay huelga 

Y hay otros de trabajo

Sin embargo, cada día seguimos
Otra botella vacía 

Un orgullo destrozado 

Vergüenza de mi mamá 

Pero hay los que me valedicen

Y se le doy las gracias 
La benediction que uno gana

De tener la humilde fortuna 

Que nos da un abrazo 

De un cachorro con mucho más de ver

Por lo menos 

Por un mínimo 

No soy un desgraciado