Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

The Drowned I want to clarify that it was not in a river but in the very ground in front of President's Park where I drowned. The only river I have in my memory is a shudder where small things sink but never disappear. Sometimes, I sink before the river passes. And my request for help is always late.

                          Free Verse and Other Ways of Cursing Imagine that when the time comes the seconds of those hours’ return with the misfortune of gravestone lethargy & that the stubborn hands of that unworthy artifact get stuck & again our eyes return to the offensive insistence of that presidential election. Imagine the clock of death, endless centuries, seasons, geological ages, species, mutation of these species, other galaxies, worlds, abysses, impossible universes, everything that could, in short, have a name, wailing. Imagine that for us it was always that moment, forever the moment of racist bigotry and misogyny …