Today I’ve chosen to humidify my homage with stale dust. The results of my death are not in, yet I shall wait for that coffin in silence. I still have half an empty bottle of Nitrostat. Julia, my twin sister, writers die the same in an Earthenware bottle on a city street, or a Newport smoke museum inhabited by paper unicorns with gigolo faces. This is where this poem ends, but no! It’s like being on a pulpit spitting out some moral answer. Not every frog looks the same, although they are all called frog. The most incredible thing about death is that disappearing act and total silence, except in the case of poets.
Ortiz grew up between San Juan and Chicago, studied English literature at Inter-American University in San German, Puerto Rico, and philosophy at World University. He was an ESL teacher most of his life but also worked with the elderly blind population as a Daily Living Skills Instructor at the El Paso Lighthouse for the Blind, and the Texas Lions Camp. He studied culinary art at The Restaurant School in Philadelphia and became a chef.
His work has been published in over 255 print journals, e-zines, and anthologies. Flutter Press released his debut chapbook, At the Tail End of Dusk, in October of 2009. Ronin Press released his second chapbook: topography of a desire in May of 2010. His photographs have been published or are forthcoming in: W5RAn.com, The Neglected Ratio, The Monongahela Review, and more. His poems were recently published, or are forthcoming in: The Battered Suitcase, Poor Mojo's Almanac(k), WTF PWM, The 13th Warrior Review, Dark Lady Poetry, and Writers’ Bloc.