The Elegance Of Things

I wish I could say that my mind is empty. It isn’t. Instead, its filled with a piercing constant ringing of thousands of small bells and a cacophony of vibrations. I think of a Philip Glass Symphony of sounds pitched invisible. Maybe a multitude of dogs whistles simultaneously blown.


So, why can’t I make any sense of anything? Of me or you? Past, future, present, loop ad infinitum. Why did we argue about nothing again? Remember how we used to believe in love? Once having each other was enough. Now, it’s nothing. Null set. You believe in the elegance of numbers. I believe in the elegance of words. We have lost our intersection.


All They Could Salvage

A whole life lived and this is all that was left after the storm. They picked up the pieces and moved on.IMG_3400

This is Day 172 since Hurricane Maria made landfall and Day 185 since Hurricane Irma made landfall on the island of Puerto Rico. Let us remain in hope for the treasures that abide.

Call Me A Bitch But,

why are we down to 83.60% electricity generation according to Status PR? Are we going to have to split the space time continuum to arrive in the 21st century?


Today marks 162 Days since Hurricane Maria made landfall & 176 Days since Hurricane Irma made landfall on the island of Puerto Rico.


Monument Valley – The Descent

She and the girls crushed Monument Valley. They played together on the plane on the way. Her favorite was Chapter IX – The Descent….. in which….. there is nobody left to forgive us.

Ida encounters a ghost on her journey who tells her of their tragedy…….

Long ages lie heavy on old bones in these burried halls. Sacred geometry was our pride, our downfall. But forever will our monuments stand in this valley. IMG_0415.jpg


Even the Lilies….

You brought me the lilies out of love. How could I tell you they made me sad. So beautiful. They’re perennials, you reminded. I know, I whispered. I know. Your lilies bloom for me every year. They taunt me in your absence. They smell of nothing. They smell of death.IMG_0421.jpg


Word On The Street

I realize that everybody is tired of my posting a daily count up. I noticed that my blog views have fallen off severely. Not that I had many to begin with. This is not about people pleasing at this point. This is a MORAL IMPERATIVE. So, here is today’s count up! It has been 137 Days since Hurricane Maria made landfall & 151 Days since Hurricane Irma made landfall in Puerto Rico. Is there 100% power across the island of Puerto Rico? Not yet. The count up will proceed.




Count Up: 133 Days after Hurricane Maria Made Landfall & 147 Days after Hurricane Irma Made Landfall in Puerto Rico.

Little Poem of Love

sheer morning in the dunes

flutes in the wind

play a sequence of notes

across the horizon

the ocean constant

the ocean ever changing

cathedral of song

my heart

a strange divinity


opaque night of the full moon

imagine your hands

surrounded by voices

gliding shivering the seagrass

holy its inclination

silence within the circle

coquí on the windowsill

i have a sense of loosing

myself to hold you


bells in the wind

flare and dissolve

empty rooms and

shadows on the walk

my garden green and astonishing

the patience of a clock

hours withheld

those given with an open hand

conjunction of ocean and prayer