Our Town

Our Town

Our Town is not offered as a picture of life in a New Hampshire village, or as a speculation about the conditions of life after death (that element I merely took from Dante’s Purgatory.) It is an attempt to find a value above all price for the smallest events in our daily life.” –Thornton Wilder

In Ciudad Colon

In Ciudad Colon

The symphony of insects explodes at night.

The cocinera chops the papaya she’s gathered.

The writer ghost hovers with sad memories.

The jardinero picks green and yellow limones by the bridge.

Red breasted birds sing throated concerts. By day,

perfumed flores camouflage mariposa.

–from my upcoming book Banshees