A.D. Winans


Mexico 2008

Alone in my hotel room
In Mexico, twenty-four hours before
My flight back to San Francisco
A hundred blank pages rattling around
Inside my head

I can turn each one
Into paper airplanes
Fly them to imaginary places
Or write poems on them in vivid old
Mexico song rhythms

If I could draw
I’d draw a rainbow picture
Of beautiful Indian women
With faces brown as the soil

Soon I’ll return to San Francisco
City of dreamer’s drunkards
And lonely lovers

I will turn the blank pages
Into poems fleshed from
The pond of my memory bank
Baited with the history of old


A.D. Winans is an award winning native San Francisco poet and writer. He is the author of over sixty poetry and prose books and the former editor and publisher of Second Coming Magazine and Press. Awards include a 2006 PEN Josephine Miles Award for excellence in literature, a 2009 Lifetime Achievement Award from PEN Oakland and a 2015 Kathy Acker award in poetry and publishing. More at: winansfansite.blogspot.com.