At the crosswalks a hand smiles palm extended the gaze is glassed over from glue and dreams. They wash our windows with soapy water and mouths smile with crooked teeth and swollen lips. On the sidewalks the dragons are children their fire has a bitter taste, they only fly at night stuffing […]
When I went down to the cellar with my dirty clothes I forgot that I had put a handful of ideas in the back pocket of my pants for safe keeping, and when I took the clean clothes out of the washing machine I discovered them scattered on bits of paper, totally illegible. […]
Divide truth in two halves, add zest of lemon to the driest part, look at the darkest side to sweeten it up. Let them cook, mix them with corn meal and thoughts of lava from the volcano, stir slowly so lumps won’t form and so the bottom doesn’t burn. Wait for however […]
For Luis Muñoz Let them give you Mondays back and mark them holidays in your day book so the week won’t weigh as heavy on you and so you can feel […]
Traffic spreads through the small neighborhoods that the highway crosses. The streets with medians are now tributaries of a large asphalt river. Still and silent the houses along the way digest their bitterness. From the dignity of the attic apartments the children play, pretending that cars are space ships and the road a cosmic […]