San Miguel de Allende

San Miguel de Allende
Roof rainbow...San Miguel de Allende, Mexico

Tuesday, August 5, 2014


A child was sliced in
half in Palestine, I
saw the photo, wondering 
if he could be put back

together, I wanted more
than anything to put 
him back together, his
four year old head, torso,

his still baby-like 
legs, bare feet, curled
as though to spring to
life, laughing at any

moment, the bloody
torso, the bloody
baby-like legs, bare
feet, his mother will

not ever hear the sweet
ring of his laughter,
from four to manhood,
his bitter tears unshed-

a child was sliced in
half in Palestine today,
among so many children,
the wisdom of Solomon

could not save him, no
love strong enough to 
say, yell, scream, "Here,
take him, let him

live, let him live whole,
intact, alive, do not
slice my beloved child
in half, let him

live!" Wisdom. 

To the children in Palestine,
the children crossing the USA
borders alone, being returned to
danger. Into the Sixth Sun...

Alma Luz Villanueva (c)  August 2014

Saturday, August 2, 2014


I was born in Indian Summer,
by the sea, at sun set-

I slid from my mother's womb,
face to the sea-

I felt a dolphin leap
from the sea for joy-

I cried in agony because
I was naked, cold, beached-

It was Indian summer
and the clouds were purple-

It was Indian Summer
and Venus glowed in the West-

It was Indian Summer
and the moon rose, a ripe, gold melon-

It was Indian Summer
and fire was in the ascendant-

It was Indian Summer
and I danced and danced with dolphins

all the first night of my birth,
until the eagle's cry brought the sun-

It was Indian Summer,
light wolves and dark wolves howled through the day-

It was Indian Summer
and a snake shed its skin.

Then, and only then, was I properly

**To the children of Palestine, may
we remember to be human.

Alma Luz Villanueva (c)
From my book, 'DESIRE.'