Milk of Amnesia

Recovery Room When I woke up from my involuntary Propofol trip I was in the recovery room. I was lying on an ambulatory bed. There were five people in the room. A male nurse was removing tubes and needles from my arm. He appeared to be Latino. Next to me there was another bed with a female patient on it, I couldn’t tell what her race was. A young white female nurse was helping her. Across the room I could barely see an Asian head rising above the counter of a tall desk. It took me two seconds to recognize … Continue reading Milk of Amnesia

A Box of Grapes

Visalia grapes are of the best quality in Central California and certainly in the entire State of California, probably better than in the entire USA and possibly in the whole world, without falling in the awful sin of exaggeration. At least that’s what Juanito thought. Juanito was a third-grader at Elbow Creek elementary school. His dad worked in the fields where after a ten-hour work day, each worker was allowed to take a free box of grapes. That day, his dad proudly gave it to Juanito and said, “Here son, the whole box is just for you. You don’t need to … Continue reading A Box of Grapes


Young and daring freedom loving fearless punkAddicted to excess school he flunkedFound love early the free bird also found a cageNever ending bliss decreased he then turned to rage Went to Vegas risked it all and lost even the houseDefeated he returned feeling smaller than a mouseHis pride he also lost but one thing he gained . . . a divorceNow he lost his mind his soul and all there’s nothing worse Pawned his ring and bought a gunPut it against his temple now he’s goneBetter learn a lesson my sonSimple truth I’m a bad example now I’m in hellJust … Continue reading Lost

Me Gusta Y Me Disgusta

Me gusta la poesía en prosaPorque no tengo la obligación forzada de encontrarPalabras con un final similarY también la otra clase, la poesía en rima. Más bonita y más difícilLa que le habla al amor y el amor escucha.Por cada cosa que me gusta alguna otra me disgusta . . .Me disgusta el orgullo inútil, patriótico e inservibleDe la gente enamorada únicamente de su propio paísQue egoístamente piensa que el suyo es el mejorCuando la humanidad debería ser una sola familia, un solo paísUn solo mundo sin fronteras sin barreras ni muros de separaciónMe gusta la democracia que permite cada … Continue reading Me Gusta Y Me Disgusta

It’s Like . . .

Killing an ant with a nuclear bomb, total exaggerationStoning a woman right after she’s been raped, abominationCreating the final solution to exterminate a wandering nationInexplicable and contradictive, killing cancer with radiationTormenting and torturing without mitigation Crying at the bottom of the sea to drown your sorrowFighting foreign wars all over the world, non-stop in a rowCommitting suicide today for things that will disappear tomorrowSaint Sebastian expiring and receiving another arrowAsking money from a beggar, when he has nothing to borrow God never lies you can’t insistBegging God to make me believe he doesn’t existAsking God to become friends with Satan … Continue reading It’s Like . . .