So I always write down a lot of notes of things
I want to say about my work.
And when I teach poetry, I always say, "No disclaimers."
So I'll only say about this that it's a new piece
and this is the first time I'm going to read it.
It's called "Codices."
When pictures are a thousand words,
each symbol makes up a part of the story,
etched memory and accordion folded in on itself,
like our childhood remembrances that never leave us.
Not only our own, but history handed down
from our parents, their parents, and our great, and great
greats--
shared and remembered, pleated together,
depicts a mix of the siete generaciones y sus sangres.
All their precious DNA, una mezcla,
told in pictures, ancient their stories.
A puzzle in glyphs of light, painted on thin bark of trees,
are hollowed stories.
Thank you.