This week I'm seeing Vietnam in the list of the top ten countries visiting the poetry blog. Argentina's in there too, but Chile is not. It seems that I get one or the other, but not both, The same is true of Spain and Portugal. Maybe in each case I have just one fan, who is constantly crossing the border like a bagashero. [How many of you know that word? It's Portunhol for "contrabandista."]

It is nice when I can be faithful to who I was. It is imperative that I be true to who I am.

--DCT 24 Feb. 2017

In our possessed state, Beauty speaks through us. She has Her own wisdom, which we are powerless to match or refute. She is the source of Life and Death. Though we may retransmit sparks of Her overwhelming light, we are basically along for the ride. We are the wood burning in Her sacred dhuni, Her fire-pit, which is also our funeral pyre.

D. Carlos Traxler
One year ago: 24 Feb. 2016