Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

A Happening by the Ocean who can blame us, we are attuned to shadows that strafe the shore — an osprey spins above the trees we guide our flock towards the next field with care: the sound of a herd moving along the basin the leaves shift and we fade into a pattern of grass and shadows, return happy and haunted to a dark sunrise by the ocean

Egypt, a new stele with hundreds  of names . . .  even death will not ease the lot of the people

a sigh coming from deep within . . . the hum in my left ear

soy el árbol que tiembla al disiparse  la niebla . . . trabajando el lenguaje de mi silencio

a tree  trembles  after the mist has  lifted . . . I work on  the language of my irate silence who will speak these days, if not I, who will be the throat of these hours       there’s a triangular rainbow stuck to my tongue and it wants to lick your genitals 

an hour's length  in our noisy city  starts with sadness  leaves me starring  at this empty page

Poema # 3 No todos los silencios son iguales, no hay poemas perfectos como la sombra . . . En ese lago de cerrada indiferencia donde cruje la cama como una bolsa cargada de lluvia todo fuimos talla 30.

I can wait longer than sadness . . . standing for hours among the sweet narcissus in my garden

I manage terror by examining how things work, count my sins and grip your rhythm to my body in the perfect form of stillness

let us live  near each other's skin. . .  secretly between the shadows  and the soul Published as TankaArt in the Summer Issue of Kernelsonline.com 2013

I burn  in the dark fire of ambivalence . . . suffering  is one very long moment

he touched my hand and for a cold moment I was a woman. . . lips trembling  with awe,  whispering lies

the dead  gather white shadows  from the past. . .  real marionettes  have no strings a certain kind  of Eden  holds me thrall. . .  your eyes are a green twine, the saddest rope

silence found a tongue to haunt me. . . sweat between the breasts of sloe-eyed strippers

no one believes in their own life anymore that's why they're exiled from my eyes, unable to find their own nakedness so fearfully pale, a lily bends to the breath of the wind. . . standing adrift in the ruins of sorrow

digging a grave in the sky. . .  a black boy  walks through a quiet  neighborhood

the radio  overrides her whimpers. . .  the manic's sperm smeared on her thighs summer's end your body travels through my mind  a hurricane  on an indiscreet corner the end of questions— love incomplete  you kiss my back,  excite yourself  with my body some nights  we made love, slept arm to arm. . .  brittle eucalypt unwrapped by the mist the secret room  where you laid on my hammock. . .  what if I cannot talk  of the sound of your voice, the days you still arouse me the two of us  walking by the sea. . .  naked at sunrise we crawl into each other's skin, wait for the moon to wane a fish out of water this body of mine  hot in the moonlight  subject to your pull like tides beneath the moon humidity trickles from chest  to belly button. . .  the memory of his abdomen  as I moisten my lips my scent missing  from her body,  shed...

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