Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Three Tanka  by Sergio Ortiz Published in Breath & Shadow Spring 2013 Volume 10 Issue 2 http://www.abilitymaine.org/breath/spr13e.html Benghazi at dawn recalling a peaceful dream the autumn wind moans through a crack in the window learning to say goodbye… a fraction of myself touching you in secret places burnt bodies inside a gutted Toyota . . . butterflies spiraling upward haunt the summer fields Sergio Ortiz is a retired educator, poet, painter, and photographer.  Flutter Press released his debut chapbook, At the Tail End of Dusk, in October of 2009. Ronin Press released his second chapbook:  topography of a desire, in May of 2010. He is a three-time nominee for the 2010 and 2011 Sundress Best of the Web Anthology and a 2010 Pushcart nominee. He was also commended in the 2012 Polish Haiku Competition.

camellias pushing up waiting for a cold snap maple syrup moon all the love I missed

http://youtu.be/id5jYgUjgQo MISTY RIVER HEATHER'S SONG THIS IS A SPECIAL LOVE SONG FOR ALL THE YOUNG PEOPLE IN THE WORLD, HERE'S HOPING SOMEONE KIND WATCHES OVER EACH AND EVERY ONE, BECAUSE IN EVERY YOUNG FACE, NO MATTER HOW ANGRY OR SAD, LIES THE BLOSSOM OF A PURE HEART, NOT EVIL WRONG OR BAD. SO IF YOU HAVE A YOUNG CHILD, BE GENTLE WISE AND KIND, AND TREAT THEM LIKE AN ORCHID, SO RARE AND HARD TO FIND, YOUR LOVE WILL BE LIKE WATER TO ALL THE SEEDS YOU SOW. FOR THEY ARE THE FAIREST FLOWERS IN LIFE¹S GARDEN WHERE THEY GROW. AND IF YOU KNOW THE OLD FOLKS, BE GENTLE WISE AND KIND, THEIR SOULS WILL SOON DEPART US, AND LEAVE THIS WORLD BEHIND, THEY'VE GIVEN US THE FUTURE, THEY TAUGHT US WHAT THEY KNOW, TO SOON BECOME A PART OF GOD'S KINGDOM WHERE THEY GO.

Sorrow’s Home when I was a child I knew encyclopedias and dictionaries— wire clothes hangers beating on my skin I looked the other way as long as my playmates groped me as if I were a girl and I was nurtured with wanderlust I sought adventure in the dark closet where my stepfather littered my pride and pain— my old poverty I was hopeful for my people were λ children floundering in dark clubs trying hard to fashion a better way war raged and peace burst out of flowers we made love on tropical nights in palm jungles near the beach

taken down for publication.

waterwings... the cold kiss    of marble sheets

submitted for publication

down for publication

snow wolf— a divide between us and the other albatross flying at an angle under cloudy skies (for Gabriela Mistral)

was submitted for publication.

afterthought... a mongoose slinks through the fence

Kite Runner — a horse in a carousel spins thru the air… before the bomb goes off tearing into the manikins

http://youtu.be/CxIN79n4jVo

a sunset  paints the moon...  looking for a way out adrift on the sails of a song

Two of my tanka published in this issue

seated in the corner of a café… Eros’s knotted roots antique case... I learn to download my Dylan tapes

A found tanka poem rough seas when it seemed the Lord was sleeping …* a dissident nun hiding under the cover of rapture* ___________________________ *A found tanka poem:  Pope Benedict bidding an emotional farewell at his last general audience * Unholy Women BY chris abani

Indian summer clouds chase clouds through the puddles cicadas … the imprint of things already gone skinny dipping on an abandoned beach… the moon’s gaze frozen in its tracks a hunted deer blends with the frost hungry …a magician in her kitchen the call of a cuckoo my body grows old one point on the horizon she never reaches moon calendar

hablan los temores como ríos que cruzan el mar mis vestimentas te saludan como desiertos que huelen a llaga llaga que huele al naufragio de mi cansancio al pasto resucitado entre las llanuras de un pueblo que no ha llorado a sus muertos hablo desde el temor de un aeropuerto sucio, vandalizado por la madrugada de un acuerdo que se ríe del verdor de nuestras montañas   

if a rainbow knew loneliness and fear could it be a rainbow, am I just another faggot drifting toward the edge