Golden Age
I sometimes picture the ink

flowing from the books

thrown into the Tigris

by Hulegu Khan‘s army.

You never know it’s a golden age

'til it’s over.

Frames

If I open a shutter for a day,

people disappear.

In baobab  time,

Buildings vanish.

But consider the rock.

If you are a rock, there are only other rocks.

Forever.

Tortillas con azúcar

My abuelita 

made me sugar tortillas

and hot chocolate

every morning.

She and my abuelito

would joke about death

and about the conversations they would have on the other side.

She would say,

“Every day is the end of the world for somebody."