Deep within has my spirit ached
Like desert thirst so long unslaked.
A poem of remembrance for El Día de los Muertos. Art by John Picacio.
This is a poem I wrote a few years ago for Día de los Muertos.
A terza rima on a night of vigil for Day of the Dead.
A night in that world between high Andes and steamy jungle ... Come ....
A bilingual haiku series about Day of the Dead.This will not be my last DoD themed work this month.
Even an oni could aqcuire some redemption...as long as they follow the rules of the Day of the Dead.
Roberto has entered the Oni Mansion! Would he ever make it out of the Mansion? And who is Rosa? Read to find out more!
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.
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.
Deep within has my spirit ached
Like desert thirst so long unslaked.
A poem of remembrance for El Día de los Muertos. Art by John Picacio.
This is a poem I wrote a few years ago for Día de los Muertos.
A terza rima on a night of vigil for Day of the Dead.
A night in that world between high Andes and steamy jungle ... Come ....
A bilingual haiku series about Day of the Dead.This will not be my last DoD themed work this month.
Even an oni could aqcuire some redemption...as long as they follow the rules of the Day of the Dead.
Roberto has entered the Oni Mansion! Would he ever make it out of the Mansion? And who is Rosa? Read to find out more!
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.
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.