On Coming Home
July 7, 2026
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A poem that took years to finish because life kept happening in between, later adapted into an intimate acoustic song.
Fernando L. Ayala / creative work
Some pieces begin as poems. Some become songs, then videos. This is where the versions can live together, along with notes on how they changed.
One work, several forms
A poem may remain a poem. It may also become lyrics, a recording, or a video. Each entry can keep those versions together instead of treating them as unrelated work.
01 / Original text
The original wording stays available as the source, not merely as a transcript of what came later.
02 / Adaptation
Lyrics, recording, and production notes can sit beside the poem while remaining their own version of the work.
03 / Visual form
A responsive video can carry the finished song and imagery without replacing the text or its context.
First shelf
The archive will begin with a small representative set rather than a second sprawling website. Each piece can carry several labels when it exists as poetry, song, and video.
Poem + song
A poem rooted in return, memory, and family that later took song form. The original text, song adaptation, and background story can live together here, with video added when available.
Song cycle / working notebook
A home for songs, working notes, and related pieces from an evolving project, including the paths from draft to recording or video.
Published work
Each entry keeps its related forms together, from the original words to the finished recording or video.
A poem that took years to finish because life kept happening in between, later adapted into an intimate acoustic song.
The original poem and its later melodic-house song adaptation, presented together with the recording.
By way of introduction to Jose V. Ayala, I will read to you a few paragraphs from a biographical sketch written for an issue of
surrounded byelectronic susurrations surrounded by electronic susurrations we talk whispering sweet love and raging passion encased in organic curves customized Apollos fondled so readily (so
if i could freeze all your worries in a single teardrop of early morning dew, so it disappears in sparkling anonymity, and perhaps the whole
If we’d been dogs, maybe we’d have spent about 2 to 3 minutes sniffing each other, then spent the rest of the day doing the
A small, connected archive
New entries can be filed under Poetry, Songs, Video, or several at once. That keeps a poem and its adaptations connected while making each form easy to find.
Original poems and text-first work, preserved as more than supporting material.
Lyrics, recordings, and notes about how the music found its final shape.
Finished visual versions using responsive embeds or optimized original video files.