Knowing it was too late/ William Faulkner
The horse thundered past and on, for an instant in furious silhouette against the stars, the tranquil early summer night sky which, even before the shape of the horse and rider vanished, stained abruptly and violently upward: a long, swirling roar incredible and soundless, blotting the stars, and he springing up and into the road […]
It’s coming already! / Willy Chirino
When I was just a child in the Antilles My father dressed me as a sailor, And I crossed 90 sea miles To start my life as a foreigner. Fleeing from the sickle and those in green, I ran away from an absurd ideology, Since I never wanted to be swallowed By hatred, rancor, and […]
