Alberto Ceras
Weaving...Sailing - Two poems Dec 31, 1969
My lips shrill
Against the tumult’s rise
Yet I am whole
A man still
A Place Like No Other? Dec 31, 1969
We, you and I, need to recognize the U.S.A. for what it is. It is imperfect, as are all human institutions.
Traveling Mexico’s Backroads Dec 31, 1969
They have chosen well - Chiapas is beauty - miraculous - though in their need the beauty may be more torment than not.
Reflections and other poems Dec 31, 1969
looking down ourselves look back
likenesses wrinkled by the wind
then lips to mirrored lips we drink
till no water’s there
nor images, nor we.
add to my favorite writers 
