Guitarrero! By Cyrus Cassells

Guitarrero! By Cyrus Cassells Cyrus, always I try to put my soul into building a guitar, here on Cuesta de Gomerez, full of sovereign guitar-makers, street slanting up to an arch of the colossal Alhambra. What I worship is the feeling of the wood in my hardworking hands, wood selected and dried for a three-decade […]

Beautiful Signor By Cyrus Cassells

Beautiful Signor By Cyrus Cassells All dreams of the soulEnd in a beautiful man’s or woman’s body. —Yeats, “The Phases of the Moon”    Whenever we wake,still joined, enraptured—at the window,each clear night’s finishthe black pulse of dominoesdropping to land; whenever we embrace,haunted, upwelling,I knowa reunion is taking place—       Hear me when I sayour love’s not meant […]

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