A terza rima on a night of vigil for Day of the Dead.
Deep within has my spirit ached
Like desert thirst so long unslaked.
This is a poem I wrote a few years ago for Día de los Muertos.
Even an oni could aqcuire some redemption...as long as they follow the rules of the Day of the Dead.
A poem of remembrance for El Día de los Muertos. Art by John Picacio.
A bilingual haiku series about Day of the Dead.This will not be my last DoD themed work this month.
A haiku series about Day of the Dead. The series will continue until November 2. #400
A night in that world between high Andes and steamy jungle ... Come ....
One last Day of the Dead poem until we remember again next year. #410
Roberto has entered the Oni Mansion! Would he ever make it out of the Mansion? And who is Rosa? Read to find out more!
Día de los Muertos has begun! So excited!
The Day of the Dead commemorations have wound down … yet this silence, this light remains …
It is the night when the dead roam around and the boy is living his worst nightmare.
It's the Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) in Mexico. Come, let's go to a small seaside village in Mexico to celebrate.
A terza rima on a night of vigil for Day of the Dead.
Deep within has my spirit ached
Like desert thirst so long unslaked.
This is a poem I wrote a few years ago for Día de los Muertos.
Even an oni could aqcuire some redemption...as long as they follow the rules of the Day of the Dead.
A poem of remembrance for El Día de los Muertos. Art by John Picacio.
A bilingual haiku series about Day of the Dead.This will not be my last DoD themed work this month.
A haiku series about Day of the Dead. The series will continue until November 2. #400
A night in that world between high Andes and steamy jungle ... Come ....
One last Day of the Dead poem until we remember again next year. #410
Roberto has entered the Oni Mansion! Would he ever make it out of the Mansion? And who is Rosa? Read to find out more!
Día de los Muertos has begun! So excited!
The Day of the Dead commemorations have wound down … yet this silence, this light remains …
It is the night when the dead roam around and the boy is living his worst nightmare.
It's the Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) in Mexico. Come, let's go to a small seaside village in Mexico to celebrate.