Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Nosotros los Chicos Invisibles hemos estado gestando en este arenal durante meses. Buscando fuerzas-pilares, manteniendo habilidades-felinas. Vagamos lentamente hacia amistades y amantes; silenciosos, atados, zurcidos y esperando. En esta ciudad, este Neverland, solo nos tenemos un al otro. Y todos fuimos traídos a esta playa por un flautista de Hamelin distinto. Nos hicimos muchachos calmando infancias mortinatas. Flexionando músculos y observando nuestros cuerpos comprimirse en formas que abiertamente deseábamos, que secretamente objetábamos.

What is Torture Danang 1965 when the eyes of the dead rise among weeds! What is amber when transparency clouds my blood with red! What is an aura when in the distance the jungle tightens the rain and loads the legs of mutilated bodies on my back! If war had not come to me like a clandestine night of a capture, I would be naked and asleep on the sands of China Beach.

PIN QUARTERLY JOURNAL, a vast garden of literary comeliness just published two of my poems.  This journal is based in Nigeria. The poems are in the section: ACROSS THE OCEANS WITCHING THE WORLD By Sergio A. Ortiz Real loneliness is like a window from wherein you cannot hear a thing. My loneliness is the tracks at a train crossing, a damnation of gunfire and impact. In silence my name: the instant at which the gods finally forget to call. I keep thinking, sing to yourself and survive. Expand to infinity like a deaf man expands his voice in a dream. ABYSSES By Sergio A. Ortiz I live between two abysses The staggering patience of him who walks far too long to lean on the rail of a footbridge ―my only afternoon ceremony― to watch the water roll by And the enormous impatience of him who wants to reach the end zone at all costs but only sees the size of his insomnia and jumps off the bridge into your bosom