Why Do We Come Here
They come, the old women, ten for every guy. They come to Ajijic, all the solo old women, to form...
Dearest Perfect Mango
Dearest perfect mango on the highest branch, though I cannot reach you, my poet’s soul is fed by your ripened...
Tonantzin Has My Back
In the grotto at Tonaltonko1, waist deep in her thermal waters, I leaned against her form on the wall of...
Paying Her Smile Forward
She always had her smile on, and I never understood what it was in me that withdrew from it. On...
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