En la Selva

In Those Last Days

In those last days
before the last kingdom
became a mine of souls and silver,

a plumed prophet
sat upon his golden throne
and dreamed his dream of Kulkulkan.

Can we conjure up a time
when forests held us tight
and the nights were jaguar dark,

and our dreams were quetzal green,
when time was not an arrow
but a round,

and stars held the promise
of eternity?

TwitterizationNation, August, 2017

La Encantadora de Serpientes
The Snake Charmer of Rousseau

Una mujer misteriosa,
desnuda y negra,
ojos como perlas de la luna,
pasa por la selva oscura.

Bajo el ojo hipnotico de la luna,
entre los árboles y las hierbas,
llama con su flauta
oscuros serpientes ondulantes

A woman wanders in a night
mesmerized by the moon,
plays a reed among tropical trees
and spiky grasses in the selva

and lures surprised serpents from their routines.
They cannot resist the tune,
raise their heads like cobras, hypnotized
like the night is charmed by the moon.

Esta Eva encanta
a las serpientes
como estaba una vez
encantada en el Edén.

Sin Fronteras Journal, 2018


If I Fell in the Jungle

The sun streams in my
south-facing sunroom.
It’s winter out there,
but in here
plants from the tropics
ignore the fact–
spider plant, snake plant,
rubber plant.
Bougainvilleas bloom
purple, orange,
magenta and white,
relying on me
for food and water
like animals in cages.
If I fell in the jungle
they would feed on me:
my bones their stems,
my sinews their fibers,
my skin their leaves.
I’m safe enough
in my sunroom,
plants caged in
terracotta and talavera
like midnight cats.

Mystic Blue Review, Spring, 2018


Kinich Ahau

Kinich Ahau, the sun,
roars over the Mayan hills
like a jaguar in full charge,
blazing fury,
burning crisp the maize fields,
driving into hiding
all the creatures of the night.
TwitterizationNation, August, 2017



Maya Moon

Ix Chel, the moon,
prepares to sleep,
draws a veil across her face,
her reign complete
above the plazas,
temples, huts and fields,
hills and woods
of ceiba trees
where jaguars prowl
and soft-winged owls
spread silent menace
beneath her light.
TwitterizationNation, August, 2017

Sun and Moon
In The High Desert
Cocina Mexicana
Brother Francis