Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Another Birthday Approaching   There were so many unresolved  hurtful words said in haste  on your way out, mother. Pain that never thawed,  unsympathetic eyes  with blinkers and no  apparent regret.  I could say I forgave  but the blood  on my living room floor  could call me hypocrite  and liar, a blood version  of Dali's, The Face Of War.

This gay/political poem of mine was recently published by Spillwords, an online lit journal.  https://spillwords.com/the-wolf/ The wolf "I know there’s something better down the road."   Praise Song for the Day, Elizabeth Alexander I saw a wolf pass by.  His eyes left tracks all over my body. Stealthy and hungry he walked  through the city confident  about the future. Now that the shutters  are down, a wolf waits  to devour my ballot. When I try  to quiet my fear he jumps  at my words, a memory rips out  a howl that devours us both.

Dying for Crumbs  that's how the west was won crossing a trail of blood  to bathe in the ocean  of forgiveness  that's why we're so silent  esa es la muerte  Mictlantecuhtli al acecho  castigo por no  haberlos matado  a todos  la primera vez  *translation of Spanish:   that's death  Mictlantecuhtli (Aztec god of the underworld, hell) haunting us  punishment  for not killing  them all  the first time

A Presidential Mistake  . toilet paper  or disposable towels...  insensitive son  of a bitch--do we really need  to kiss his presidential ass? . can we afford  another five hundred  years of insults, grave diggings, war deaths  and stupidity?