Jonathan Gonzalez A tradition of Siena goes for centuries. Perhaps, a quintessential Italian grape. The limey clay it springs from makes it just right for the first course. Some detect a note, but I often catch the elusive apple, Made to keep intact, One of the most seductive of the year: an aroma and flavor suggestive of … Read more
And I begin with the eyes of a man So broken, so tired! From his feet, torn up from the marching of the distance Necessary for respect, to his lips, that he slaps his tongue across to wet them, To get more voice to keep speaking. For this man loves another man, but to you … Read more
Two people hid under a desk for twenty years, while the sun snuck and shined the truth up against their faces. Painted in red, they continued into the closet. Soundproofed, their mouths made no noise in the long run. But for nearly as long as we slept, they were forced to stare at the flash, … Read more
Something of a dark green leaves and branches hanging level with my face. I don’t move to avoid them, but I soak in the visual. For these moments come so sparingly. Son, I feel the rain falling this Winter, and boy am I thirsty. So, bring on the fog and dew. A jacket, so warm, … Read more
Tell me something I’ve never heard of, And take me away to somewhere I’ve never been, Because this sounds like something I faced long ago. Something I’ve already done and I’ve already turned away from. You: not the peace I seek right now. You Only exhibit what can be seen there. Maybe this is all … Read more
There’s something on fire over that mountain, I don’t care. I had a needle stuck in my arm today, I just don’t care. I’ve got chores around here that I could be doing, But I don’t care. I hear my phone ringing, new missed call, I don’t care. This probably isn’t a very good poem, … Read more
So now I remember what it was I saw in the rear view mirrors: The entry way into a summer season brought about by dusk skies and silhouettes of trees. Oh, get me out of here. Out of this place! For I’ve heard of some place across the pond, It’s got to be better than … Read more
Nothing like this. This single moment. Stresses.Pain.Money. Gone. A summer only beginning, A song that never dies, A feeling special. We live for moments like this, Like we live for excitement, To forget all that we know and are surrounded by. To feel every ounce lifted. To write it out after it all. I love … Read more
A man walking lonely on a dark pathway, Along an even darker ocean. The land around here does little to protect its own, But does anywhere? The water so black, except for what you can see around the piers. The radio plays on with songs that seem to fit the mood, the drive, the time. … Read more
A yard full of wonder and a wall that was amazing. I grew up in the land of Camelot And my friends did too. I could observe the countryside from wherever I stood, And never did I fear what was to come ahead. An exhibiting imagination. The world was what we wanted it to be. … Read more