January 1, 2018
Under the Power of the Crinoline
From the Spanish. The soundtrack drowns out all the breathing. You've fallen asleep in the middle of the plot when attentive eyes follow the floating crinoline on the screen. […]
January 1, 2018
Poems with Fog
From the Spanish. poems with fog, horrendous poems with fog where you can't drive unless you risk crashing into something, the new foggy poets like to name London without […]
January 1, 2018
In the Drying Shed of Souls
From the Spanish. Drips drips drips drips drips drips the cytostatic IV the veinburster cr ush ing you slowly s l o w l y while next to you […]
January 1, 2018
Blueprint of an Impure Rose
From the Spanish. to Joaquin Osorio I Up against the Rocky Mountains in Colorado was the Paleolithic Traveler, in profile eternally prisoner, whistling "La Vie en Rose," scarcely whistling, […]
January 1, 2018
Saturday Shroud
From the Spanish. When hanging out the sheets like newly drowned bodies an adjacent shirt shrugs its shoulders. The anointed one, no name worth remembering, offers up to the […]
January 1, 2018
Mother
From the Spanish. my mother goes soft listening to a xylophone. according to the dictio- nary: musical instrument in the percussion family, made of wooden bars. the xylophone, not […]
January 1, 2018
The Stationary Man
From the Spanish. Birds quickly lose their fear and learn to perch alongside concrete cats. Birds that have never seen a real forest with firs, cypresses, or poplars. Fragile […]
January 1, 2018
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From the Spanish. my God you gave me a live pig's tongue that quivered in the electric cooker and it stuck its tongue out at me spurred me to […]
January 1, 2018
Ananguish
From the Spanish. texts texts texts textures shuttles their cries (at)tack your skull they spring from it like petals and pronto: your entire head crowned prickled with words it's […]
January 1, 2018
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From the Spanish. my soul's full of metaphors acquired from generation after generation my souls full of more or less fascinating similes that witness the kindness in me my […]
January 1, 2018
Carnival Irons
From the Spanish. Forged in clandestine smithies they travel on ominous trailers through the national scar, artifacts for amusement, in neighborhood carnivals assembled in just an hour. Pieces of […]
January 1, 2018
Palp/ Antenna/ Tentaculary
From the Spanish. Silently I pour over the soothing music in me that follows the chaos the kicking of fingers suctioned by the thirsty pink. In dampness what peace […]