...is the writer a prophet or priest - does he show the truth or serve the truth?...
A Familiar RainVivir cada día como si se lo hubiésemos arrebatado a la muerte. Así quisiera vivir siempre.
The Art of Racing in the RainSo much depends upon A red wheel barrow Glazed with rain water Beside the white chickens.
Selected PoemsIt was raining cats and dogs. My clothes were saturated with meows and barks.
Sleepwalking is resterciseOceans are vast and almost bottomless. You dance in the rain Elizabeth. You drown in the sea.
Reborn