Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

http://www.poetserv.org/SRR36/ortiz.html Published in Salt River Review Sergio Ortiz Topography this is my story and place of birth a wheelchair a body wrapped in a sack a childhood jerked around like an unwarranted curse and the stubborn useless desire for a pair of tailored hands climbing up my thighs   Timeless You, in my gravest hour, perfumed with silence—what images caused your fruit to fall?  You left me shooting cannonballs at non-existent stars. Nothing ever removed the water you gradually painted on my lips, no theatres, nightclubs, tuxedos. Not even jetliners or churches.

http://www.thiszine.org/poetry/good-morning-gulliver Published in THIS LITERARY MAGAZINE Good Morning Gulliver by Sergio Ortiz Welcome to my day Gulliver, the dogma of “no strings attached” embellish my fingers and toes.  Welcome to the nausea tranquilized by the calla’s bribe allowing the animal beneath the skin to sleep.  Welcome to my Mapplethorpe’s finger fuck, three dimensional and stepping-off what’s left of hair, lips, eyes with all of its deleterious offspring fastening a rope around my neck to asphyxiate the desire to hate or love.  Welcome to the libretto of my aging crevices touching and melting no one.

http://shamrockhaiku.webs.com/currentissue.htm Published in the current issue of Shamrock Haiku last summer day – her parasol blackens  the rose -- Sergio Ortiz (Puerto Rico)