The Art Divas / Divas of Verse

The Quiet World   In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided ...

Fishing in the Keep of Silence   There is a hush now while the hills rise up and God is going to sleep. He trusts the ship of Heaven to take...

Poem about My Rights   Even tonight and I need to take a walk and clear my head about this poem about why I can’t go out without changing my...

Smith’s Supermarket, Taos, New Mexico, at the Fifteen-Items-or-Less Checkout Line   The baby-faced cholo in front of me gently drops a divi...

Documentary Today I saw a city burning on TV.    Someone distant and ghostlike    Walked through the rubble, And then the camera made a swee...

A Quoi Bon Dire? Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-bye; And everybody thinks that you are dead, But I. So I, as ...

Grief's Familiar Rooms Sometimes I am ok even though when I come home from work, I still sit in your chair for hours   without taking my...