Tag Archives: Rosa Canales

The rain fills the windows up to my ears As if it doesn’t want me to hear him say it, Again. I am so sorry, baby, I am so sorry. I turn my head and blow into his ear With … Continue reading →

It wasn’t until we learned to live with fire That the human brain achieved its emotional Depth, this documentary says. We torched Our meat with heat, devoured its charred flesh, And learned to feel color and the promise Of a … Continue reading →

As kids, they would listen to the radio, Tune it to the channel black boys from the city             Should not have Been able to find. He fiddled and fumbled with that dial, the elicit channel a portal             To another side Of … Continue reading →