crude days indeed
Is there any poetry in chewing ones nails? Or the dead flesh out of the corners of the nails? Whilst I munch the extra skin Spit its excess Profound thoughts brew on my head Is there any charm on the detail As one scratches To feel the edges of…
Read Morerehash the spring
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…
Read Moremy own ecclesiastes
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…
Read Moreplatos tectónicos
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…
Read MoreTime is the fire in which we burn*
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…
Read Morewanton excise
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…
Read Morecongoja silvestre
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…
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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…
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