588 Poetry entries in Mag: Articles
Isle Say Blood
our fragmented history written with a large axe told by the bordertracers slaves of their prejudice our marooned history chained by hatred whitewashed memory, creole coolie color anger pain dockers…...
Famine
Frogs invariably proliferate in a flood. My countries, crass latitudes and borders of hell, often encounter these blessed times. Winds and rains. Frogs. Toads. Pelobates and other pelodytes. Inflated…...
Kratos
From my face made puffy by the swelling of centuries my shithead laughter, I gaze at you from my manure where negro death unfolds in mass, crater bodies in rotten piles, pink abscess on vagina in bloom,…...
But Your Eyes
But your eyes heard The brilliance of the laughter Residing in the pale bone Of our faces Your pupils will read The thread woven by time’s Imprint Upon the brow of the present With the red note of…...
Notes on a Zombie Cataclysm
(Opening Song) Hey, sweetheart, don’t go picnicking in the cemetery: don’t go drinking in the cemetery: don’t go doing drugs in the cemetery: don’t dress and make up like a Goth…...
Noisy Animal
Language is the first disaster that humanity experiences. Language is the violence that we, as people, continue to experience everyday. We experience this disaster, this violence, and, still babies,…...
Do Not Tremble
It trembles It is trembling again today I did not know that the earth Is an unruly cradle A cruel cradle that lets Neither adult nor child sleep It is March, it is spring It should be a gentle…...
Sleepless Homeland
… Did we lose you in a game of dice? Did you escape from us in one snort? In which junkie’s syringe did you become trapped, my Homeland? Maybe…...
It was a November of bitter rain and snow blackened by use
we filed the dead leaves by size to ease the task of the forest that was absent for reasons known only to itself The parents had left with the door We mistook puddles for creeks pebbles…...
God, the mother claimed, is behind every tree in the forest
his right shoulder lower than his left heavy with rocky snowfalls from such endurance It’s his motionless breath that fissures our walls in the night when one winter hands power over…...
When did their language mingle with ours
so my brother spoke the words of the arbutus so the mother thickened her sauces with the ash tree’s black resin The female branches made off with the laundry on our lines the young shoots…...
Dead
the mother looked like the linden tree in the square like the wood of the table on which she wrote our faces like the log that didn’t sweat or complain about the smoke dead she began to avoid us…...
As night became talkative
we were lent a window on a fragment of the world We we re the house and the road that led to the house The mother moved the door each time a train went by and at each procession toward the…...
Her apron drawn on her skin
the mother sent us out in the street naked Walnut husks served us for ink Fences we’d jumped were the pages we leafed through Euphoria in the evening when she multiplied her arms two to embrace us…...
How to find the mother when her face disappeared behind the hills
How to find the mother when her face disappeared behind the hills leaving us a body without contours two packets of cold for the armpits white grass for the pubis Gone off with her friend the fire…...
The Eagle
I only learn to be content. —Shogun Tokugawa For Brisa Tinoco and those who have emailed asking if it’s true an old eagle sits alone on the mountaintop, …...
Sketch in October
The tugboat is freckled with rust. What is it doing so far inland? It’s a heavy burnt-out lamp, tipped over in the cold. But the trees still carry colors – wild signals to the other shore as…...
There is No Theorem (A Regguetón)
There is no theorem just the combination 10,000 years of going with digressions: I write regguetones, forget the variation. There is no theorem from the mist itself the primates descend in search of phonemes…...
Self-Portrait
At one and a half I rolled up the stairs to the second floor. At six I almost drowned in a pool. At seven a current swept me down a river. They hit me with a stick, with a rifle-butt, with a two-by-four.…...
The Crane
Aguardiente comes cheap, meat comes dear (somewhat drunk he tap dances over the wet cobblestones, scoring importance from the conjectured case of fractured bone). “Young man, you have to stay thin,…...
