the willin fool

you place the blade
in my hand
and somethin in your voice
makes it feel right
somethin given just to me
b/c I earned it

and I…
dumb enough to believe you…
hold it careful
watchin the light settle
along the surface
before bringin it to my mouth
slow
draggin my tongue
along the edge
tastin what you pro…Read More

POEM #1– Poetry Month

As I step off the back porch,
into the freshly fallen snow,
I look in all four directions
seeking balance in a new day.

As I walk through the snow,
Grandmother speaks to me:

“Aztec, see how the snow
covers and quenches the Crocuses’ thirst;
how their purple or yellow petals
reach for t…Read More