Alberto Gonzalez, Staff Writer

Why do pictures

silent their whisper?

Why are chords

hiding their glitter?


I cannot believe

that it’s my own lenses’ filter.

Could it not be

my mind’s turned sinister.


To dilute all that is sweet –

Completely – to bitter,

And not let the rest

To come in and litter.


Leaves me dumbfounded,

To hither from thither;

Leads me to doubt if

That beauty still lingers.


-Myra B.