Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

There was crime  in your eyes, piercing truths gallop in the air like absolute nonsense. Your absence, a precise trauma. There were litanies, erased, deleted invocations, maps  of ashstorms  that still hurt my lungs. Patience was happy with impatience. You tried the calm,  but committed the crime, in your eyes, your pupils. You don’t need to explain. an old adios never forgotten.

I love to hate disjointed Nations, the hatred of two hundred  and seventeen thousand years under the harmful influence of cloistered gods. I hate sugarbirds of ice, hay, and alum. I love to hate a bloody face with immense doors opened to the abyss. The hatred of broken economies of expansionist countries on millions of naked people treated like beasts. Nations who adopt the simple hate weapons of crime and sleep over, who drink the starving pottage of the hottest blood of the day.

Two Poems Up at   Compose/ A Journal of Simply Good Writing ! ! !

I have two poems up at HEart Online Journal ! This is special because my two poems are in 3MP format. 

monster  lovely-haired creature  devours my verses ... born too soon vermin  bellowing to God

Last Truth  for the US Congress The wind moans among dry grasslands. Monster, lovely-haired creature devouring my flesh. Born too soon vermin bellowing to God. A specter rises, heavy with loneliness, probing the past. Paper castles, deadly derechos,  you will glow in the dark .

Poem up at " Impossible Archetype !!!"

*82 Review (Star 82 Review) just accepted on of my poems. I'll let you all know when they go up!

Sitting on my Corpse I'm picking up the pieces of my life, disabled, winged in agony, the latent bottom of my illness. Bodies like mine born     worn flesh and bones already ancient.

Defeated A body wants to be sea and choose shades of turquoise, of tempest, of calm. A body wants to be tree, have branches inhabited, roots feed off the ground,                                and decide modes of density, leaf shapes, ways to burn. How to explain                   this era of polluted seas spitting dust, smoke, ashes a peck of salt. How to explain acres of burned stumps, droughts, the collapse of a drifting horizon.

Ground Fresh Thursday (GFT)  Just published one of my poems !

Tropical Rain Day purge, night cleansing, tropical rains open bodies to hundreds of eyes. Bodies overcome by light withdrawn from murderess skin, devour waves of sunshine. Reinvent ablaze amaryllis flowers floating on static waters. Bodies, rainwater, adrift on a silent surf.

Five poems accepted for the Prophisizers reading series. It is part of the Brooklyn Waterfront Coalition. It is doing a series related to Bob Dylan's song. Curated by John Istel.

in that region  where forgetfulness lives, gardens without auroras-- me, buried among  nettles of insomnia

Blood & Bourbon - Spring 2017  - where I have a poem will be available for a free download at iTunes. I will let you know as soon as it's available, this is a print journal.

Hinchas De Poesia just published one of my poems !   

Just got my hard-copy issue of SMEUSE  where my poem, We, the poets of the Waka tradition , appears. SMEUSE is based in the UK. 

Anarquías El pasado ardía. Yo, dominio fértil, heroico, tentativo e inmenso, pronunciaba mi adiós al ensueño. Estos días, el paraíso para ladrones y viajeros embrujados. Lo nuevo, criatura de la magia. Tuvimos que inventar las secuencias, otro templo, dudas convincentes. Manejar el mundo requería consuelo pues ellos buscában el perdón. Esta novedad tenía la estructura de un letrero desgarrador. Nos pusimos de pie, luchamos, engañamos sin lograr nada.  Desaparecimos  escoltados  por el pasado  vestido de azul.

Two Poems Up at Rat's Ass Review , Summer Issue! 

Poem Up at SLAM CHOP !!! Farrago Quarterly