Entries by Paul Heno

The Stallion and the Trainer

Here soft we rest beside a brook   Cool fed from mountain streams   To drink our well-earned respite   And feed our tired dreams.   Though moisture glistens on his back   His breath is slower now   As much as miles of trodden trails   And all ahead allow.   So sweet to […]


How quickly I have aged,   My frolic over, gone ere I knew   Separated from my vast pursuits   I am left with the mundane.   Still vivid are the great pageants   The well-earned victories   The solemn losses, the valiant tries   The striving for worthy cause.   The enthusiasm for our […]

An Elegy on Arriving Late

To you whose sand has slipped at last   Be sure that some think far too fast   Your words, your voice, forever stilled   And what is left seems loud and shrill.   The world you feared while you were here   Had sought your heart with oft-thrown spear   I hope you’re in […]

Nothing Became Him

Slowly, much too slowly, he began his fade. It took some time to realize because the depths in which he lurked were well out of sight. It seemed he would never leave. But of course he had to. Invited in like a vampire, he had finally sucked the blood out of the place. At long […]

Beauty and the Beasts

Lazaro Cardenas Street in Mexico City is the unofficial dividing line that separates the Historic Center from the extending modern part. If you travel to the west, you soon arrive in the broad and beautiful expanse of Reforma, Mexico City’s Champs d’Elysees.   Close on the western divide, sitting side by each, are the absorbing, […]