Dirt rolls from his palm, Blades of grass Tumble from his hair..

I was the first Chicano to write in complete sentences..

The black asphalt wouls shimmer with vapors I had a theory about those vapors...not released by the sun but by a huge onion buried under the city. Th….

It appears these days I don't have much of a life because my nose is often stuck in a book. But I discovered that reading builds a life inside the mi….

going back and forth, back and forth, getting nowhere.

I drank that sentence and began to glow..

You can always spot bright people. They are reading a book..

Because nothing should be wasted In a world where sparrows work hard To prove there is enough..