Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

broken by the names of flowers ... I stay like the bees beyond self-reproach

To Russia with Love Reach down into the bottomless place of understanding, touch the terror and loathing that live there, see whose face they wear. Is it enough to tiptoe around the issue, the forced dystopia of homosexual affairs in Russia, cameras flashing while a gay man is beaten? Let’s talk about the homoerotic undertones in sports at the Sochi Olympics, or how homophobia needs the closet to survive. we see our world upside down and wonder whose sanctuaries   are encrusted with shit

I did not want my body I wanted the wolf broken and bleeding invisible,  androgynous that was me

Rio Grande de Loíza, coil on my lips and let me sip your waters, hide from the world inside me

http://www.jornaldepoesia.jor.br/BHBHsergioortiz.htm HOJA DE VIDA S ergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera nace en Santurce, Puerto Rico, en 1951.  Se traslada a Chicago en el 1955, y regresa a Puerto Rico desprovisto de su idioma materno en el 1960.  Es poeta, narrador, fotógrafo, y educador. Tiene a su haber los poemarios:  At The Tail End Of Dusk  (2009), y  topography of a desire  (2010). Actualmente está retirado de la docencia.  Ha terminado su última colección de poemas:  Bedbugs In My Mattress , que será publicada en el 2010. EN NOMBRE DE LA POESÍA 1 . ¿Cuáles son tus afinidades estéticas con otros poetas hispanoamericanos? SO  Bueno, en el 1971 yo viajo al Perú.  Me auto exilio porque en Puerto Rico están ocurriendo una serie de persecuciones políticas y yo sabía que no iba a encontrar trabajo además de que deseaba estudiar antropología y quería ser misionero.  Me fui al Cuzco....

think of me   as a great river      moving  forward…       a vision of poesy         flowing past Neruda's tomb

blue skies above him and a rainbow for a smile . . . the man with a Pete Seeger hat trying to spell God’s name

¡Felicidades! Su poesía ha sido seleccionada por el jurado de Diversidad Literaria para formar parte de la antología “Versos en el aire II”. Puede consultar la lista de resultados a través del siguiente link  www.diversidadliteraria. es  (encontrará las bases en la página principal de nuestra web), también encontrará la lista en  http://www. diversidadliteraria.com/ concursos/resultados- concursos/versos-en-el-aire- ii/ Tu sexo Extraño tu sexo ciñéndose a mi lengua. Amo tu racimo de sudores olvidados, la gota de coñac que resbala por tu muslo con la indiferencia de una nube que se aleja. Amo tus claras humedades: las de tu esperma tramposa las de tus ojos lacrimosos. Mi silencio con sus fauces te rodea.

in the end you came into my life really fast and I liked it . . . climbing down the ladder

ladders and black-eyed Susans— a voice rising out of the whirlwind of fallen leaves

my love  is a blade, a trick  of mirrors,  a chimera tempered  of sand and iron

I am fixed on this spread out mirror mesmerized by your eyes’ cold black thumbtacks

being with you in this room is like snooping through a mirror whose glass has melted

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