JP Vallejo CamposA Dream; An Earthquakeat a glance, the moon watches our mortal anguish. What records does it keep? What words, What misgivings, what memories does it hold Dear…Jan 7, 2020Jan 7, 2020
JP Vallejo Camposwhoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss – we want more and more and then more of it.– Marie Howe, from What the Living DoJun 3, 2019Jun 3, 2019
JP Vallejo CamposIn Winter, a Red-Orange BowlThis used to be just water Cold from the river; boiled With bones and freshly picked leavesApr 26, 2019Apr 26, 2019
JP Vallejo CamposThey Toss the Dead in SagadaThey lent me a body that thumps and stepsFeb 28, 2019Feb 28, 2019