Marvin is dressed in his all-time favorite outfit: scruffy plaid tuxedo, ruffled shirt and oversized bowtie; everything in shades of brown and burnt orange. The fact that he is only 12 and still wears braces on his very...
Read MoreWake up, it is night! Wake up to the night From in here, we can now become more than light. So, stand by each one To a strange questioning sense is this, or is this not a hint at my long-lost sense? Proper arrangements claim a...
Read Moreno longer a tourist only there to observe your fumbling hands search for meaning embrace complicated remains in a room below the stairs your skin, painted with so many seasons recollects a yearning caress, the source of a jagged...
Read Morein your boyhood you tucked your secret exploits away into your cheek and savored them there you come here now full grown with a boy of your own for confession to tell me of the many times you lit a fire in the woods how you and...
Read MoreTe enterre en el jardin: una fosa miniscula como una mano abierta, tierra austral, tierra fria fue cubriendo tu plumaje, los rayos amarillos, los relampagos negros de tu cuerpo apagado. Del Matto Gross, De la fertile Goiania, Te...
Read MoreLa calle se lleno de tomates, mediodia, cerano, la luz se parte en dos mitades de tomate, corre por las calles el jugo. En dicembre se desata el tomate, invade las cocinas, entra por los almuerzos, se sienta resposado en los...
Read MoreLa alcachofa de tierno corazon se vistio de Guerrero, erecta, construyo una pequena cupula, se mantuvo impermeable bajo sus escamas, a su lado, los vegetales locos se encresparon, se hicieron zarcillos, espadanas, bulbos...
Read MoreTristeza, escarabajo de siete patas rotas, juevo, de telarana, rata descalabrada, esqueleto de perra: Aqui no etras. No pasas. Andate. Vuleve al sur con tu paraguas, vuelve al norte con tus dientes de culebra. Aqui vive um...
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Cyndi Cresswell Cook is a writer and a photographer. She lives on the edge of a forest. A fox...
Read MoreAunt Ada thought apples could fix the world for a while. Daily, she watched out her kitchen window as countless buds blossomed into tissue-thin flowers on a webwork of branches against sapphire summer sky. Eventually, clusters...
Read MoreI smoke my first cigarette to strike a cocky stance, to pass time I lean against a wall in an adult theater. I slouch, reluctant to stand too straight, maintain the macho effect. My lips pout smoke, as if it is even possible to...
Read MoreI step to the reservation desk to confirm a room. Luggage leans against my leg. I scribble my name on the register, already see myself captured in a Kodak snapshot, square chin shaved too close, smile stretching my face from...
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