Yonder Lies It

Category: Poem

  • Sin playas a mar

    Sin playas a mar … Cuando el viento pasa por mis alrededores, y los árboles mueven sus ramas frondosas, cual ruido de mares tirando sus olas en arenas lejanas, sus dientecillos helados, y sus rafagas juegan con mi alma, dejando sentir sus mordidas, frescas como una orchata en un verano lejos pero cerca de mis…

  • The distance between you and me isn’t much; Your freedom, say the Americanos, stops where your nose begins. I miss, missing is wanting, to covet. The monarch is an immigrant. Do they too yearn after the forest in Michoacán? Or are they happy in Canada too? Perhaps they like the ride more than the stops…

  • The rain falls in the plains of Spain

    Fluffy grey cotton hovering over my head endarken the grey matter in my brain. My humor becomes inswept by a melancholic ghost of yore who showers a song about water over my head. I scuba dive this deep crazy mood, engulfing me in a tormented soul I knoweth no longer. Yet 70% of me flies…

  • Dressed in black A wicked half circle on your mouth Dragging your feet 10 minutes before doomsday Dirty laundry stacking up putriding morals lay unhung Wilst propaganda laughs all the way … Wake up !

  • Light through the windows Air by the night A single breeze swooshes the silver green curtains My skin gets goose bumps I sip a drink of life as my eyes slowly close down its eyelids I whiff the currents of passion running like wild horses through my veins Naked as I am I leave my…

  • Stockholm – Ní¤ssjí¶ Intercity

    The nascent grass From the window of an Iron Horse, gives life through the windows of my soul. I get nourished by the infrared light that decides like the many colors the sun gives to a rainbow how I see the world

  • The windows are dirty; doors whose hinges are rusty; crackling wood eaten by termites; The sun eating away at the paint; My feet are not as might as I thought.

  • The windows are dirty; doors whose hinges are rusty; crackling wood eaten by termites; The sun eating away at the paint; Today I woke up and my head was not as might as I thought.

  • Chicano Lutheran Ethics

    Behind our eyelids We long Strange worlds Uncommon to none Let it be us you and I Who lift lids Of those to come Welcome them within wake their ids Wake up say ! Ache Partake, undertake Assert yourself !

  • I don’t understand how is it possible to explain that literature has many manifestations but only one way to teach it. I read and read that this technique does this and that for this effect and that outcome. I can see that hence I can learn it. I am totally contrarian to the idea of…

  • Is it really that strange? stranded, aloof, hungry By the sea and by the ocean. I want to spill some words, is it strange? gg gg __________________—-fg tfyhdf ? sddr7 No meaning whatsoever, is it odd? as in oddly enough? The curios thing about new literature models, whereby form is the goal to avoid, is…

  • Tres veces te engañe

    Bajo la terraza, por la yerbabuena, En lo húmedo de un rincón sin barrer Aleteaba un ramito del girasol cuyas pepitas Se afanaba por librarse de las sombras. Veí­a desde las cortinas negras que lo encubrí­an cómo lucia un resplandor similar a él. Justo ahí­ donde la sombra acababa La luna le engañaba, a veces.