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Ruins

Ruins what is a day but the furnace of my eyes walking and dying through mirrors  of blood— poor men carry coffins on their bare backs— what is a day but this unique way  of breathing saturated with the texture of discarded silk… only the dead can afford to forgive

By the Railroad Tracks

By the Railroad Tracks that I met him in a bar we went home together to remember the texture of the leaves under the moonlight that I saw him again when sparrows fell in the dark of night, we memorized the hum of cicadas that I missed him his ocean and its foam against the sky that there were sparks behind my eyes that the rain was driven, driven into the ground beside the broken barn by the railroad tracks next to the sea

Tanka Published in Skylark Tanka Journal

Published in Skylark Tanka Journal April 24, Issue 1.1 Summer 2013 http://skylarktanka.weebly.com/buy-skylark.html last night weary eyes blossomed in the closet             his cold cotton shirts warmed by my hands

poem

a reprieve in the day’s hourglass… beneath our vanity we love disasters that have nothing to do with us

Poem

black on gray clouds how can I tell the story of men who kill even the trees are wounded by the waxing moon as it begins to rain the grenade explodes a few feet away from the belly of death... I lie alone in my body
Published in KernalsOnline.com April 17, 2013, Editor's Choice http://www.kernelsonline.com/EC-TANKApage.html I spring forth from the ecstasy of being a lotus . . . become legend as you hide in the bosom of another For this Editor's Choice, I've selected a tanka by Sergio Ortiz of Puerto Rico which is one that also includes elements familiar in old court poetry: association by nature, juxtaposition, meeting, parting, longing and the beauty of thought. It contains self but only in comparison to a lotus in the way perhaps that an old or past love has moved on to another's embrace by choice, or maybe even returned to because of obligation. Either way, the poet/lover has become legend now and what springs forth for readers, is the ecstasy of once being.

Dengue

Dengue Cerberus licking his stone wrinkle genitals… A fever of 103 I survive the lecher's kiss, Continue to swim in light Pure? What does it mean? Sharp as the tongues of Paradise Are sharp Sharp as Hiroshima rain Radiation turned them red Eleven days and nights Water dissolving my liver I barely consume any food It’s the pain of having lost my humility to love That keeps me from a hospital Yet Paradise is not an option The fever subsides like an old whore Counseling a virgin And I go to see a movie Then rush back home to bed

Haiku

Chinese New Year  a woman I don't know  gives me ghost money

Poem

broken images, fragments of New York  twirl  inside... on a crowded street my thoughts walk ahead of me

Three Tanka Published in Breath & Shadow

Three Tanka  by Sergio Ortiz Published in Breath & Shadow Spring 2013 Volume 10 Issue 2 http://www.abilitymaine.org/breath/spr13e.html Benghazi at dawn recalling a peaceful dream the autumn wind moans through a crack in the window learning to say goodbye… a fraction of myself touching you in secret places burnt bodies inside a gutted Toyota . . . butterflies spiraling upward haunt the summer fields Sergio Ortiz is a retired educator, poet, painter, and photographer.  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. He is a three-time nominee for the 2010 and 2011 Sundress Best of the Web Anthology and a 2010 Pushcart nominee. He was also commended in the 2012 Polish Haiku Competition.

two haiku

camellias pushing up waiting for a cold snap maple syrup moon all the love I missed