Poetry

The twisted root of my heart is sprouting fern, uncoiling; palms opening in surrender.

When did we forget? Living side by side, Languages, religions, cultures. Layered. Shared.

Remember that summer when edges went? The whole night became concentrated darkness.

A rooster crows Morning softly thumps A medlar tree Eagerly unburdening Its fruit a heavy dew

We sat on the half-moon verandah of my great aunt's bungalow – rondavel of black volcanic rock with a straw…

I am forever thankful for Eve’s rebellion. See, it was Eve who gave the world its flavour; The forbidden fruit…

we will meet here to break up, you say, where the first airplane flamed overhead,

It wasn't your song. No Rio Manzanares did you beg, "Dejame pasar" neither Did you open the door When paranderos…