• La Merced, Peru
    Memory holds hope / And hope, the wish to drift through woods / Below branches and the undersea light of autumn / This is how I returned to myself after love / Uselessly I had chased blazing suns / Th...
  • Birds of Chile
    Is it possible a poem / like a glowing ember / which does not extinguish / nor discourage itself / and persists / in history / beyond bared knees / sweating armpits / and turns over on itself / and on...
  • Nuns in Querétaro, Mexico
    What to say of an ass? / I never said a thing. // An ass stood next to Leticia’s mouth: / His ardor sprang from the moon / And he scratched / Against me furiously. / There was an ass in Juan Luis’s ho...
  • Yolanda Pantin
    The poem fell like a deafening block of ice. // Sparse-leaved shrubs grow here / and sheep crop // with small shifts forward; // they don’t seem to move, yet advance  / across the ground. // I thought...
  • Long Island
    Far too high: the sky / suspiciously white. / The day resists itself, the light flees, withdraws, / concealing what it finds. Everything looks / for its pretext in the memory of blood / the knees don’...
  • Gabriela Clara Pignataro
    Like those who dance in a swamp / and do not fear sinking   there are those who draw an abyss  / and do not fear falling  / like the seam of life   / in the body of death  / stitch by stitch, the thre...
  • Venezuelan sunset
    we are the guarantors of houses through which a safety pin runs / we are the one you always lost sight of and they made you look for / we are in the living room on the table where nothing ever lived /...
  • boats on the shore, Pacasmayo, La Libertad, Perú
    One day I placed a rock on top of your name / and I said to myself: I’ll go singing all the way home. / And I sang / like a wild woman on powerful legs / like a wild river I sang.
  • Autorretrato de Enza García
    if you drew a map of my body / you would find traces of the blast / where dinosaurs pass away / where those who did not love me agonize / look at the long line of people / who would not give their liv...
  • gray and brown concrete building
    To sleep once and for all / I would have to oneirically detach myself / from my dreams.  // Every night I try a retraction on myself / and early in the morning I vanish  / in front of the mirror.
  • Islas Ballestas
    You were on me and night fell / On the haystack in the stable / You rustled my breath like a white hanky / And we heard the cows low soooo long / You stayed on me and the hours passed
  • Metro Map
    You came back in the warm night’s epicenter, / paled by the violence / of your desire. With stealth you were creeping / toward the borders of the bed, / a place where blood performs its miracles.
  • Forest, Venezuela
    Here comes the night / slowly, in grey / by a storm within // rising moon in Cancer  / and Mars at the tides / my blood goes / up to the heart / of the smooth and eternal  / vigil of insomnia
  • Thaw
    You only need to know water a little to realise it’s tired of being a liquid. The proof is that as soon as it has the chance, it turns into ice or vapour. But not even that satisfies it: vapour gets l...
  • Photo: Asael Peña
    The military parade has finished. / Now bums stroll the pier, / an alley where no one finds a peaceful death. // This year there were fireworks / and the President read a tear-jerking / and ovation-wo...
  • Osvaldo Lamborghini
    When passion gets strong, so strong / Heaven cocks its trigger / And then we’re done for  / My sweet, sweetheart. / It would be better, perhaps, for us… / Oh no, it would be no better for us! / (Excep...
  • Photo: Manuel Cordero
    The real trails low, can’t fly, a peacock’s train. / But butterfly’s a moment made a thing, / so violent in the fluttering of her wing, / a wind which lingers slowly and so vain, // which grows impati...
  • Chevy Bel Air
    You bought your cousin’s / Chevrolet Belair ‘56 / next you had a Pontiac Chief Star ‘55 / two doors / you sold it to your brother / in law because he had just started working / in the public works dep...
  • Merry-Go-Round
    Where is it now, / the box that’s missing / from the inventory we never took? / In the moving truck? In some dark and hidden / corner  / of the closet we inspected one last time / and took for bare?
  • Mérida, Venezuela
    Look, tombs. / No, they are bodies. / No, they are dead forms of memory. / No, they are tired forms of memory. // Look, epitaphs. / No, they are poems. / No, they are tombstones with familiar names. /...
  • Santiago cemetery
    Tonight is a nice night to dance to rock.We brought my father, dead, from Santiago,the family wanted to see itself together at last:our mother only ever took orders from the family.
  • Fredy Yezzed
    Don’t die anymore within me, come out from my tongue. I’ve seen them fall bare-chested, Their raised arms, those looks.
  • Jacqueline Goldberg
    On the desksits a picture of my excised uterus,a mess that says so littleabout its fibers, the properties.
  • Port
    Bless us, Lord, those who have little time and a bright future.
  • Cat with Stairs
    If you were cat I would be a mouse If you were arrow I would be a pigeon If you were knife I would be a wounded body 


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