Category: Poem

As the minutes moved on offset by the seconds I sat still in a catatonic state like In my green IKEA chair Listening how the outside stairs augmented the voice of a child no more than 3 Talking with its voice box some jibberish Unable to regulate it Obviously under the influence Of an echo…

je ne sais quoi seriously, I do not know what this plateau as I call is whence thence or hence wherefore or therefore alas henceforth none help No sé qué pasa El pasado me tortura time is the fire in which we burn el presente y su pretérito perfecto alientan vicios nocivos y el futuro,…

As I twirl around for the brief and short inspiration I seek I turn to the window to see the second snow of the year. Twirling snowflakes belated as they are form a landscape of known signs of a winter we thought lost Alas! ’tis here as always Drinking coffee and listening to Spanish news…

Con armas en mano barcos y cañones embarcaron hací­a tierras desconocidas exploradores y explotadores Colonizaron tierras esos explo – hiceron de las suyas eso jijosdelasuya y ahora esos jijos se aprovechan de nuevo Europa es racista Europa es inmisericordiosa pareciese así­ al juzgar de cómo se preparan para rechazar xente Oh, qué ironí­as si el…

Al ver al nuevo vecino tirar basura en el lugar equivocado mi instinto es corregirle Al ver al nuevo vecino andar en bicicleta en el paso del ambulante mi instinto es corregirle Al ver al nuevo vecino llegar tarde mi instinto es corregirle Quién me viese tan europeo escandinavo demandando derechos y equis para quién…

The spirits burn my belly remordimientos infernales som aldrig slutar skrika remontándome al pasado atormentan el alma Anima Sola bogged down slentrian som aldrig tar slut the nails dig deep in the walls which surround this mental crap from whence a door revolves, spins Alas! Mobil Avenue WTF? Spins round & round in my head…

I used to like it when light Announced changes It used to be so Air now Does that Sudden bursts Pre-tell The coming season As if fluttering tree leaves In summer or spring Fluttered differently than Fall or winter . It used to be so Here in E There in A

I wasn’t thinking you know me pruning a tree getting rid of dead bracnhes from a wim the lady passed by with her poodle ahead “va duktig du í¤r Julio” she said that is, in protestant speak, doing well Ese. Thank you I said. Am just taking dead branches away I muttered or said or…

I’m wont to excise burden from thee spare thee my godawful narrative yet fond I’m myself of relishing more often than not of doing just that – here’s thine dagger – thy pet thus this ungodlike nature sinks thee & I thrusting words of despair who dine everyday like a feast & us biting a…

En esta latitud sueca 57° 39’ 10” N hubo ventarrones hace unos dí­as En el recién cortado césped por Gisle, mi vecino noruego, yací­a un nido que mudó lugar a fuerza del aquilón ayer Hoy yace aún ahí­ y los polluelos láridos ahora grandes husmean el nido uno hasta se acomoda en él, permanece ahí­…

Habí­a demasiada luz a esas horas de la noche. Las sombras eran irreales. Casi cómicas. Se alargaban, se achicaban. Desaparecí­an. Un juego incomprensible. Hasta que me detuve. Irradabia luz eléctrica sobre mi. Un farol urbano que esconde todo. El amigo del enemigo es asfalto que consume el hertz, neutron, electron, ohms y la humanidad que…

the 29th/6 2015. 12ºC or 53.6ºF. Gray. Usually I reserve my merino wool shirts for the winter days. Yet am drawn to them still. That is, I find the need to wear them because I haven’t moved enough to feel heat become burdensome. Not that it will or promise to be. Even when I was…