In love again, I welcome the familiar …
Rigoberto González
I’m consuming myself, …
I am not your mother, I will not be moved …
Boys will be boys, the saying goes, …
Oh father, oh music man …
Ay, goldo, goldito, goldo …
The nightclub’s neon light glows red with anxiety …
The rain, of course, as it dings …
All insects have them yet the luna moth leaves …
Just when I had long outgrown those late-night …
Once upon a time there was a soldier …
The strangers in the woods must mimic squirrels and crackle …
I …