Sketches From Mexico

12 short poems in English and Spanish, written as an afterthought to pass the time on the bus, for the most part.  The poems are like postcards written in a blackout, and mailed at random to unknown people from the phone book.  Sketches From Mexico isn't Dante's Inferno, Paradise Lost, or even Bukowski.  It's a cheap bag of magic marbles, a tiara from the thrift store, a lucky find on the sidewalk, seen from the corner of your eye at the last minute.  I sprinkled these poems like confetti on my dreams, or arsenic in my coffee, as the case may be.

N'joy.