Poems by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

The Sound of Rain How strange and how familiar to hear the sound of rain falling outside my window. It is a good thing, this rain, when it is falling so gently. There are no more leaks in the roof. The sound of rain is soothing. I want to crawl back in bed and sleep … Continue reading Poems by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Alphabets: Phi

By Thomas Page There is a balance of things made by hands That pleases its eyes in its accordance To what should be and what will be Crafted in the image of something more than itself. This ratio called golden by the eye Sits like a shell circling on itself Like the Uzumaki upon itself … Continue reading Alphabets: Phi