To All My Valentines

Dear “boys who have ever loved me” Dear “boys I have ever loved” Dear “couple of girls, too” Dear “smashed cactus” Dear Alexander Pope: Have you ever seen a pumping human heart? Have you put a single finger on it? Do you know how it feels? (That is the Greatest Taboo) Shhhhhhhh. I love you. Don’t get deceived by my …

Beyond Anatomy – Lesson 1

Do you know those porcelain cheek girls?   Maybe once I was one of them, but they’ve never had the guts to excuse themselves by saying, “Don’t take it personally, but you are such a tedious specimen,” without twisting at least twice their tongues.   And let them know just because I am not omnipotent I’m not remaining that forlorn: …

Para Airyn

Hear the cry of the strings Wait for the echoes time Smell the children’s breath Hear the pulse of the drums and sincronize. Follow with us the swallow trail. Follow with us. Condors meet nightingales tonight. Do I believe in this? They shall survive me. My poetry is not soft enough, just woeful, twisted, lost in space and time – …

Skin

Cloth won’t save you this time, so let it glide along your Great Wall and reveal your true nature. You, malleable reptile, can’t stop it from exhaling your second breath (salty, savoury, silent), shuddering at their touch. So why bother resisting? Just let it grow, thicker and older, pathetically attached to the surface, a million soundless martyrs born to turn …

Project NZ21

A pesar de los problemas logísticos ya me informan de que ha llegado entero (tarde, pero entero), así que qué menos que dejar aquí una muestra sosa bidimensional. Por dejar constancia escrita más que nada: ya está donde tenía que estar. El momento es sólo la excusa. Happy birthday to NZ. Whether it’s night time who croons its sweetest breezy …