Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

what is naked and lives in the twilight like a specter… silence fills me, an autumn butterfly . what is naked and lives in the twilight's silence within me-- a specter that fills like an autumn butterfly . what is naked and lives in the twilight like a specter… the silence that fills me like an autumn butterfly

we cuddled in each other’s warmth… everything around us melts except our feelings

on a night train to Connecticut, the homeless sitting by a campfire— gods and buddhas crying at their feet

yesterday will become the obscene   heartbreak of an empty existence like every other day in my life

lo hice otra vez malgaste toda mi coquetería en cenizas como si la belleza de un gota no tuviera fin I did it again wasted all my coquetry on ashes as if the beauty of a drop would never end

the war we fought . . .  bed sheets we still wash  in secret 

Artist Elizabeth Erazo Baez I should have said I love you... winter  already waving its hand at me

The War We Fought I handed you my anonymity before the war…   hoping you’d last forever on my bed the war we fought our bedsheets full of sex— ah, the past we try to clean it up put in order our today I wait for an echo but the smoldering cannabis of my sorrow doesn’t answer— Good Morning Vietnam!

I handed you my anonymity several times during the night before the war…  hoping  you’d last forever in my bed

the war we fought bedsheets full of our sex— ah, the past we try to clean it up to put in order our today

you’re so needy I sing and sing yet my voice remains at a distance… a starry constellation

fue en un bar, una noche sudorosa, donde me comiste trozo a trozo…  y yo funde pueblos en honor a tu memoria

I wait for an echo but the smoldering cannabis of my sorrow doesn’t answer— Good morning Vietnam!

how sad, the moon is completely naked how long will this darkness last

la luna esta completamente desnuda que tristeza cuanto durara la noche

a drop is the mirror, the house of life— how trivial the sun

warm, isn’t it you’re always talking nonsense, warm, isn’t it— I’m cold with you caliente, no es así siempre estas diciendo necedades caliente, no es así— yo siento frio contigo

NEW GUIDELINES FOR UNDERTOW TANKA REVIEW 1.     We will only be publishing 5 to 25 tanka, so send the very best. We're going to be very selective. 2.     Please don’t send traditional 31 syllable tanka, they will be rejected. 3.     We are looking for avant-garde, surreal, light-verse tanka poems. 4.     We are also open to haiku, the same amount will be selected for publication, we prefer modern haiku, nothing traditional. 5.     We are open to submissions year round, but will publish poems online three times a year starting May, 2016. Submission Windows From Oct. 15 to Dec. 15 for Jan. issue From Feb. 15 to Apr. 15 for May issue From Jun. 15 to Aug. 15 for Sep. issue ANNOUNCEMENT:  We have a new assistant editor, Rajan Garg rajangarg.thapar@gmail.com Sergio Ortiz, editor undertowtanka@gmail.com http://undertowtankareview.blogspot.co m/ 

I am and I am not the one waiting for you in a park next to a river… November light broken in the thicket

our sea of sorrow doesn’t know how to be rid of itself— my prison is equal to itself, each wave wants to be the last