ALBERT B. CASUGA

THE OTHER SITTER Dark days will always be with us, ... but they, too, will pass, like wind blowing through gloomy rooms: look at ...

Ambit's Gambit (Albert B. Casuga Literary Blog): THE PASSION

    Poem, if he had a choice. There was a time I could write any borracho under the table, I mean drink under the bridge. Is that th...

      The lullaby has a long poetic tradition. In this poem, I try to capture the rhythm of those songs that are invariably sung ...

AN EPITAPH: AM HERE Am here where nothing is everything, where the still point of our exploration is exploring beginnings turned into n...

    DIES IRAE: A POEM FOR OLD MEN   The Nightmare 1.   Halfway, between this river stone and many rocks after, ...

Ambit's Gambit (Albert B. Casuga Literary Blog): STILL POINTS: POEMS FROM THE HOUSE OF TAO