“Memory is this, not the target dead on center but the hurt unwept.” — Carlos A. Angeles Copy Share Image
“... I touch your absence here Remembering the speeches of your hair.” — Carlos A. Angeles Copy Share Image
“Landscape II Sun in the knifed horizon bleeds the sky, Spilling a peacock stain upon the sands, Across some murdered rocks refused to die.… — Carlos A. Angeles Copy Share Image
