Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

we see our world upside down and wonder whose altars are encrusted with shit

I enter the cave and feel bats-- the flutter of those many hearts

THE RUMOROUS RAIN      Sergio Oritz Puerto Rico   Sonam Chhoki , Bhutan LYNX     A Journal for Linking Poets with Symbiotic Poetry       29:1 Febuary, 2014 http://www.ahapoetry.com/ahalynx/271hmpg.html I have only posted my tanka since I don’t have the permission of the other poet. balancing the moon on my head... a gentle surf song under what I think is laughter each indiscretion passes through me like a gallstone. . . this urge to surface from my shadow in the blue time of a lilac there was a gap— I rubbed my eyes and thought, “she’s lost” alone in the moonlight a woman rakes in the shallows. . . her silence filled with gull cries the flowers of the city are death-like at times . . . my sorrow stems from a song full of lonely nights silence is rain with the sound turned down, echoes memories that die . . . life is nothing but a drea...

linking renga . . . oh swirling petals, all living things are contingent that is why I am here among the jacarandas  (quotation is from a Robert Pinsky poem)

I stop to rest  in a field of sunflowers  all of them halos without saints  to weigh them down

dreams  a panoply of crimes  in a faithless wind...  my thoughts  the wings of grounded birds

who cares where we go on this rutted road . . . touching you is enough

no one's in the nest no paper ships torched with the names of loved ones I've lost just my memory of the Psalms

nothing holds my eyes  like your words of how precious  our lives are together...  Ennis del Mar  I press your heart with my words

in my younger years before I learned gay people aren’t supposed to dream a stream welled up inside me

A la Orilla Lenta de un Ocaso Por Sergio A. Ortiz publicado  2014-01-16 © Llegaste . . . Llegaste. Eso es todo. Una garza en fuga acortando distancias. Llegaste. Intima de atardeceres. Lo lloro. No lo olvido. Lo sostengo. Llegaste. Tan definida que asombra. Sin nada de intentos, presente. Desprendida. Llegaste. Y en mi solo hay silencio. entre el viento y la cortina desde un mar sereno y la oquedad nocturna de la mina desde la profunda quietud de tu silencio detrás de un mundo liquido en calma desde otra realidad de ecos de campanas o el enmarañado tiempo que me llama  a la orilla lenta de un ocaso Sin Puntuación Insistes en lidiar mi silencio con una crueldad infranqueable buscando que nadie surja donde mis rosas brotan y huelen a tranquilos perfumes que abren cerraduras de orificios y pestañas para escuchar algo propio Nada de dist...