There are days I kiss my boulder and leave bloody prints of my love on it. The boulder is rough, but my…
the sky’s the colour of canned salmon when i see that you’ve posted a poem for the first time since our last…
Translations to best understand the poem: Diarios = newspapers Revistas = magazines Boliches = little kiosks that sell food the airport kiosk…
Oh my god, Forgive the blood on my hands, Forgive the blood on my lips. I am tainted—oh my god, I didn’t…
I am not happy in this church My mother prays for a miracle Day by day with the same mundane cry As…
please press ‘0’ if you wish to speak to an underpaid clerk who is studying philosophy part time please be careful please…
We are torn and ripped apart until all that’s left is husk and shell on the floor of existence the memories of…
A tear trickles down a glacier, Growing the grass and my hope. I fell in love with spring When it melted bitterness…
The ethereal tenant Is surprisingly friendly, Opening doors and windows When they find it too warm In the middle of January; Making…
