Hymn

My    body    is    a    pillar in  a  dust   storm,   eroded by a million tiny violences until it exhales into shapelessness Continue reading →

Outside Girl

Walking   down   the   street is like riding a rollercoaster without  a harness:  hold on tight,  and  if  it’s  over  fast Continue reading →

El Hijo Del Tío

Vaya saber lo que paso en aquella noche escondida, el escándalo que se sigue armando años después, por los celos, Continue reading →

Open-Air Market

The market in Otavalo is one to see— woven baskets and handmade colors against hazy green mountains, the loud Spanish Continue reading →

A Reminder That I’m Still Alive

This body will not be a graveyard. If it be a warzone, I will take it to the front lines. Continue reading →

Poem

A spot welder worked next to me for a couple of weeks— mask, torch, gloves, cap backwards like a jockey Continue reading →

Repetition

It’s the same job every day that kills you. He’d been at the foundry since ’53, now a hunchback high Continue reading →

For Herb Alpert

The sound of Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass bounced from a skinny radio in the cafeteria. If you closed Continue reading →