A Little Bird Told Me

*I often go back and read my poems and revise them to reflect my current sentiments about a topic. The little bird represents so many things. It is in a way a deity of sorts, a messenger fro the universe to help us make sense of  tragedy and violence. Perhaps I am also a dreamer. But I like to think that there is hope for … Continue reading A Little Bird Told Me


“Lack of understanding; uncertainty,” is the dictionary definition. I can only express my rendition with a mosaic of curved lines which I myself cannot understand. Cause I envision Peace. But really all there is, is division. Cause I dream of a new idealism, full of optimism, perhaps a neologism like neo-spirtualism, everyone understanding that prolonged confusion cannot continue cannot continue.           … Continue reading Confusion

What Shapes Us

“The same law that shapes the earth-star shapes the snow-star. As surely as the petals of a flower are fixed, each of these countless snow-stars comes whirling to earth…these glorious spangles, the sweeping of heaven’s floor.”                                                                                                                         – Thoreau What Shapes Us This law I believe applies to all things live. Can we all be glorious spangles? Perhaps not. Perhaps yes. I hope yes! Are … Continue reading What Shapes Us

Poemattic Becomes Bilingual in 2016

This decision is not linked to a New Year’s resolution because I do not believe in making resolutions. The other day, coincidently at the beginning of this year, I was thinking about the fact that I am totally bilingual and that I write poems and stories in Spanish. Some pieces are direct translations but many I originally wrote in Spanish. I found a few in … Continue reading Poemattic Becomes Bilingual in 2016

Thoughts on Poetry

“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”                                            –   Leonardo da Vinci “Love, the poet said, is woman’s whole existence.”                                           – Virginia Woolf “Poetry, she thought, wasn’t written to be analyzed; … Continue reading Thoughts on Poetry