Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Tipton Poetry Journal (Spring 2017) is now published-I have a poem in this publication, on page 8, Don't ask Don't tell

BETRAYAL - A Collection of Poetry and Prose on Betrayal and Being Betrayed has just been published and I have poems in this publication.  The SIXTH in the Collections of Poetry and Prose book series.

Poem up at Wraith Infirmity Muses , A Literary Magazine, "Our Father who Art in Heaven" I don't even remember writing this poem. Oh and, Karlo Sevilla, my friend from the Philippines is in it too.

Fifteen Doors to Silence Pain depends on the doors to silence. Heavy syllables creep like body bags full of calcined corpses and a neat bastard grammar, a spelling that imposes its hopeless scorpion seal on silence. It is not pleasant to die on a cross of ashes. It gnaws on your muscles forever. Maybe at door nine you'll find a bearable death, fate on an altar of fireflies. But who are we cheating?  Gate ten or fifteen should be a better choice. Distant doors like the tip of the sun celebrate winter. Although on second thought, what is it like to die  tacked to a dead door? Maybe it is necessary to burn the ships  and flee through an iron path to the mountains of widows. To die is to walk the Bible in reverse.

Mi amigo que llaman “Atleta del  A ño ” el que arenga sobre la solidaridad, y el amor a héroes caídos ―te siento oxigeno sin nadie que te respire. Un silencio neurótico vanaglorioso te hace relaciones publicas en los cielos suicidas.

neurótica la gaviota se zambulle por el agua como un ángel de panza grande y toma vuelo hasta llegar a su sed baja para limpiar el oleaje y comerse a los inocentes

Poems Up at Unlikely Stories Mark V

There is a pain - so utter - It swallows substance up - Emily Dickinson , poem 599 The windows open to the guardianship of the sun. But there is distant smoke in its presence, traces of an aftermath, a landslide of fumes vacating the shredded heart, a porous sea, a sliding window that gifts much more than a casual stare. It accumulates its truth in a coffer of reasons. The smoke is just a shortcut, an empire of anxiety. Windows resist but they’re so lazy, they never close.

KYGO Kyrre Gørvell-Dahll   ( Norwegian pronunciation:  ['çyʷ:ɾə 'gø:rvɛɫ̪ daːɫ̪] ; born 11 September 1991), better known by his   stage name   Kygo   ( / k aɪ ɡ oʊ / ;   Norwegian pronunciation:  [kyːɡuː] , stylized as   KYGO   and   ※ ), is a   Norwegian   musician, DJ, songwriter and   record producer . He garnered international attention with his remix of the track " I See Fire " by  Ed Sheeran , which has received over 50 million plays on  SoundCloud  and 65 million views on  YouTube [10]  and his single " Firestone " which has over 400 million views on YouTube with an additional 500 million plays on the music streaming service  Spotify , as of August 2016. [11] [12]  Kygo has accumulated over 1 billion views on his music on SoundCloud and YouTube. Kygo has since released several singles, such as " Stole the Show ", " Here for You ", " Stay ", and " It Ain't Me ", which ha...

Coldplay  are a British  rock  band formed in 1996 by lead vocalist and keyboardist  Chris Martin  and lead guitarist  Jonny Buckland  at  University College London  (UCL). [5]  After they formed under the name Pectoralz,  Guy Berryman  joined the group as bassist and they changed their name to Starfish. [6]   Will Champion  joined as drummer and backing vocalist, completing the lineup. Creative director  Phil Harvey  is often referred to as the fifth member by the band. [7]  The band renamed themselves "Coldplay" in 1998, [8]  before recording and releasing three EPs:  Safety  in 1998 and  Brothers & Sisters  and  The Blue Room  in 1999.  The Blue Room  was their first release on a major label, after signing to  Parlophone . [9] Coldplay achieved worldwide fame with the release of the single " Yellow " in 2000, followed in the same year by thei...

Este es el imbécil responsable por lo que está pasando con Oscar Rivera y el desfile puertorriqueño en Nueva York, un allegado al ex-gobernador Luis Fortuño, otro imbécil sin causa ni efecto. A esta alimaña le llegara su día de justicia.

The Muse-an International Journal of Poetry and Contemporary Poetry -An Anthology of Present Day Best Poems (Volume 4) will be publishing two of my poems. I will let you know when they are up.

Issue 7 of METAPHORE is now awvailable , My poems are featured in this issue

The place  from where you call in your first return is always far away its serene center strays  when it tries to explain the last farewell, the fringes fall  into expected shades of sadness

In your mouth  I can care for the dying even those who spit in my face who take themselves to the lottery cemeteries today I'm where your lips are  more beautiful than death but, do not get angry I am the eternal little cherry stone in your mouth

All of this years, 2017 NaPoWriMon entries have been taken down, they have all been submitted and journals don't want to see them on a blog.

Reaching for Lips frost music the authenticity of dirty snow the impenetrable instant when a body begins to approach another body when a river starts to enter another river without undressing plunging into another dimension in a humble Arcadia of infancy it might not even be a river, or a movement, or form,  but a garment covering bodies under a cherry tree with branches  strangely open  but it's not a cherry tree  it's more the shadow of a guardian angel knees tremble when lips reach lips

Another Virginal Silence I do not believe  in the Name of the Father. I believe in you, who tosses  and whisks my woods when praying on my body. I prefer to celebrate  this slow euthanasia with sweat-laden body  and exorbitant eyes on a meadow of radioactive stars, beheaded mallards on my lap. You dreamed the schism of the saints the mystery of hermaphrodite wreckfish. the Virgin of the dunes  and vinegar  for wandering antelopes. When I see you sleep, night perfumes herself with oranges.

Poem Up at Anti-Heroin Chic