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

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

going back and forth, back and forth, getting nowhere

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

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 mind.

I drank that sentence and began to glow.

I was the first Chicano to write in complete sentences.