The Moya View

Tag: reconciliation

  • The Art that Stayed

    The Art that Stayed

    I was expecting giants—brushstrokes that shaped history, colors that conquered time. But the walls whispered absence, their icons carried elsewhere, lent to hands that bear their weight. Only the quiet ones remained, anchored in the still air, aching to be adopted, longing for eyes to grant them meaning, a gaze that wholly loves their frail…

  • Once Upon a Time:  Miami

    Once Upon a Time: Miami

    (after Richard Blanco)I barely remember myself in the sway of these palms Fifty years on I’ve lost the language of these breezesalong with almost all my childhood Spanish.Good Morning, Buenas Dias runs into Good Night, Buenas Noches. I can no longer live out the passion of my youthwithout cancer intruding some melancholy lyrics.On the good…

  • Epitaph as My Father’s Son

    Epitaph as My Father’s Son

    There is no house that is not my father’s.There are no fixed stars,just shaken bits of misery, tiny disasters tethered to hope.From the house he loved,I feel the slap of his inner pain,fist waves hitting the footers.It was easy for him to fight back,(he had to do it to get anywhere)harder for him to forgive…