Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Dirty Poems (...) Death spread all over the street penetrated the kitchen of my house was impregnated with the smell of roasted meat and shone on the cutlery arranged at the lunch table (...) Walking down or up the street  you see a row of identical houses nightmare faces appear in the windows

Autobiography of Eyes The invisible, rooted in the cold,  maturing towards that light that dissipates in every other light.  Nothing ends. Time returns  to its beginning, the hour  we breathe: like nothing,  as if it could not see a thing. It's not what it is. At the edge of summer heat:  blue sky, purple hill. The distance that survives. A house made of air, and the flow of air in the air. How are you stones that are unrolled against the earth. like the sound of my voice in your mouth?

Hangover I feel anguish  when breathing the smell  of dead sex. The hangover  of satisfied furtive pleasure  arrives, I put away  an unshakeable silence  when I close my eyes. The skeleton of my last kiss  rests on your left thigh. I set out to smoke on your lap while I think about my short life. Is there anything more important than this? Beyond the dark glass of my window birds sleep on an old tree. They'll never know of your existence under this white concrete sky, my lovers’ firmament. Insects  fight to the death in the mystical light  of my lamp. What beauty!  There is nothing more ephemeral  than love, pierced by sex.

Night Bird I ask for nothing  of this land  that has given me everything I loved and hated its men found my Adam he fled with a bodybuilder as soon as I gained weight I sought God  and in his place found knowledge I discovered a home in my body  and since then  moved from place to place without desires   this is my way my destiny does not depend on luck I am the night bird  foretelling death in its song .

Poem Up at *82 Literary Journal

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