Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Haraam You’d draw out the necessary patience to stay, watch, and conquer the tin man; a personal allusion   of the vexed macho in drag. Your body oozed contemplating the giving of pleasure.  You knew how to bend, break, and subdue.  At the end of the night you were on top of the most manly queen in the show.  Your only fault was that incessant need to talk. Your audience was  less than four.  So, when you invented  that bit  about a cowardly lion you were one witness short and I got to give the hundred lashes and hang the sign:  Drug Dealer, Police Mafia, Bugarron de Mala Muerte.

*Bengali Red   Tell us mother, who welcomes dawn   in the rice paddies of disease   sweating diamonds like a slave-child? What children fall on the shores  of the Padma River and dance  with their shadows  before you order  the cremation fires  to burn?  I was lost in blood,   an echo of mighty burdens,   anxiously dancing with swords between my teeth.   Mother, where can I find you   performing miracles?   There is a wounded tree on steroids coiled inside my tongue.   It feels like it’s been tacked to the back of my   neck. Mother, who poisoned   our secret rain forest, Cyclops testing napalm? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * Bangladesh has the real probability of becoming the first country in the world to disappear because of climatic conditions.  Scientist are saying the poor of the country will have to ask for asylum in other countries.  They have asked...