Slice Of Beach

There are too many places where I can still find your your footsteps next to mine. Too many memories tossed aside like Medalla cans around small bonfires. Even if the tide sweeps them away, my heart brings them back.100_1793.jpg

It has been 148 Days since Hurricane Maria made landfall & 162 Days since Hurricane Irma made landfall on the island of Puerto Rico.



Night of the full moon, we sail the bay. Quiet on the cat, we lay caught in the net, caught in each other’s arms. Gliding in the wake.IMG_0959.jpg

Gotta Have A Penthouse


I come

out of the wind moist

with ocean in my hair

to find you to lay

my head in your lap

the heat of your hand

on my face

stars in the mist


barefoot on the terrace

Let It Burn


Let It Burn

for my father


we burnt

the beach house today

roar so loud

it stilled the ocean

file after file, merely paper

such brittle ignition

palms applauded

with each gust

flames rose higher

like the Shakenna of the Lord

into the Caribbean morning

the wind deigned to sweep

the tiles clean that day

even the ashes imploded

 as we sat, with bodega lunch

refrescos del pais

our oily bags ascended

like balloons simply to vanish

as they hit the Trades

 almost done, ni un papel

un nombre, ni una vida sola

todo se fue con el viento

tropical evening falls so

immediate whispering

drinking Bacardi 151 y coca-cola


its done she said,

but everything’s gone

even my baby toys

We had to she said

then silence

as our drinks sloshed with the tide

Stopping For A Kiss On The Edge Of The Ocean


I need you, I want you, I blame you for every mistake, every poor choice. You surround me, inescapably. Even if I wanted to, I can’t. We wrote memories beneath our skin, you and I. By choice. I can live every day with you in my bed or survive every night with you in my heart alone.

Castillo San Cristóbal

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It has been 139 Days since Hurricane Maria made landfall & 153 Days since Hurricane Irma made landfall in Puerto Rico.

Poetic License


tender bruise of sky

you give me     in exchange

for a kiss

high on the wall

at sunset     swift

wind catches

my dress    catch me

I’m falling fast