Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

here: the eagle, the tiger, the heart on loan … for joy, a sad soul between my bones

No Longer in Need of a Ménage à Trois (in the voice of Janis Joplin) I'm willing to accept that not all men are for me. Not even the ones I like. You must also be willing to accept that you cannot have us all. But I can be your man. Be your man. Man. Think about it. If you love me, I'll make you feel If you love me ... If you love me, I'll make you feel as if I were the only man on Earth.

walking can present itself  like a loaded weapon with rare pain in its barrel ... I watch you scurry away

a soul does not fit in seventeen syllables suffering planet

Photograph by Sergio A. Ortiz In the style of Amado Nervo I must defend José Lezama Lima from the hate in the trenches. Defend him from scandal and derision, censorship and censors transient sensations and conclusive impressions Defend Lezema Lima from astonishment and a kicks-in-the-ass from the disinterested and the neurotic harsh infamies and clumsy diagnosis Defend him with a howl  and the hubbub of the mills from the walls, the embarrassments and heavenly places from blasphemy and Academia To defend him from hate is a certainty defend him from neighbors and quarrels lavish time machines drought and relativism optimistic literati To defend José Lezama Lima is a right defend him from God and from the hell of majuscules and luck stiff-necks and influxes of the azure and hatred

Eliza Doolittle Eliza Sophie Caird  (born 15 April 1988), [1]  better known by her stage name  Eliza Doolittle , is an English musician and recording artist from  Camden Town , London. [2]  After performing her music in live venues around  London  from the age of 15, Eliza signed to  Parlophone in 2008. [3] Her  debut eponymous album  was released on 12 July 2010 and went Platinum [4]  in the UK. The album,  Eliza Doolittle , produced two UK top forty hits: " Skinny Genes " and " Pack Up ", the latter of which peaked within the top five on the  UK Singles Chart . [5] In 2013, Eliza contributed her writing and vocal skills to " You & Me " a single from British Electronic duo  Disclosure 's number one debut album ' Settle '. [6] On 7 June 2013 she premiered a single called " Big When I Was Little ", which was released in July 2013. It subsequently joined  BBC Radio 1 's and  Radio 2  pl...

Lorde Ella Marija Lani Yelich-O'Connor  (born 7 November 1996), better known by her stage name  Lorde  ( / ˈ l ɔːr d / ), is a New Zealand singer-songwriter and record producer. Born in  Takapuna  and raised in  Devonport ,  Auckland , she became interested in performing as a child. In her early teens, she signed with  Universal Music Group  and was later paired with songwriter and record producer  Joel Little . At the age of sixteen, she released her first extended play,  The Love Club EP  (2012), reaching number two on the national  record charts  in both New Zealand and  Australia . " Royals " was serviced as Lorde's debut single in mid-2013, becoming an international  crossover hit  and made her the youngest solo artist to achieve a US number-one single on the  Billboard  Hot 100  since 1987. Lorde's debut studio album  Pure Heroine  (2013) garnered positive revie...

photograph by Sergio A. Ortiz Your hands made of water fill my eyes with light. You rain and leaves come to be verdant. You rain and butterflies flutter. You rain and fruits quench my thirst. Your moist hands caress the skin of the earth and ripe fruits grow into drops of honey. You: the mirror of suns latched on to heaven's path. You: the mirror of slumberous rain. Your eyes wet with spilled water watch the moon undress while night tigers eat your liquid dreams.

Between the Sword and the Wall Nobody likes to be between  the sword and the wall. When you're in that trance  life tastes like vinegar. When you knock on a door  your ass opens. If you scream for help  its sharp blades answer, fragments forming an unspeakable monster. You're alive and you're dead, you're awake and dreaming. You look at your opponent,  who is the guardian of your balance, beg him not to weigh you but he puts you on his plate. Your heart and gut, dust and horror.  While the sky shines, your picture darkens.  The wall closes like theatre curtains.  Your Act is over. The drinks are on me.

Two Poems Up at Anti-Heroin Chic

Poem Up at Spillword , Taurus  

The Last Threshold The promise to return to the place w6here life began Failure, to be banished from an endless happiness Shadows that wandered the desert carrying their own past A leaf-storm-fear thrown to the felines of night A beggar's desire going door to door and sitting on the steps of  last threshold to discuss his ragged loneliness his bones, a premonition of the mirror where death calls The indelible imprint of pain and undaunted scars A history of humiliating executioners and false fabulists The unsatisfied thirst of gods who bully us with their vengeance and a tree who in its old age only nested birds of prey

Caresses Never tell me that secret. Keep it to yourself, that between us the convulsive beauty of this island may last. Embezzled of its green, hope broken island. Incendiary seed of an afternoon that illuminated fertile land, those vines hidden at the bottom of their own abyss. Hurricane winds between the lips of your sweet wine. The music of water when I dig into your skin and elaborate with thirst my ancient hoe. The frightened caress, the dark kiss, your salt collapse and your landslide. The convulsive beauty of the cry that crossed this isle.

Proto-Balm Saw my light on and all others off. Saw my time entering the time of others. Searched for you while tending the dreams of others. During my youth, I made sure someone would see me coming from the war. I hated those who made me believe that " we " had discovered the world together when only I suffered. Who goes through the pain like a mother feels the same or more? I do not think so. A man leaves his life and comes to me, takes the floor, smells it, tastes it, relishes it. I tell him, how beautiful a man he is like all men that don't believe in anything. He says, how necessary you are , a man who needs to believe in everything.

Poem Up at Ariel Chart : The Things We Draw On Mapas 

Wild Needle Raindrops It rained inside the bedroom. Outside these sea walls the day is a hot red knot. My body fills up with wet nouns. Silence has a light-blue Spanish  accent. The men in my photographs  drowned. Their cries of distress  stopped breaking the water. I am a moist flesh statue. Lightning begins, embedded  in my feet. The walls crawl with electricity. I doze off again listening to turtle music.

my body, not a twilight sleepwalker, refuses the coffin- a rhino at the foot of my bed calls me by all my names

My body  is not a twilight sleepwalker. I've seen my body refuse its coffin, & a rhino at the foot of my bed calling me by all my names (as if it were The Dove ), & the red eyes of flesh, abandoned.

My favorite poem is up at CROW HOLLOW 19, Murder Four , Spring 2017