Michael GarridoSilver & GoldWhen I met you, I was blind. I had traded one eye with my devil to see the golden seed of my soul, And I had lost the other eye while…Nov 30, 2017Nov 30, 2017
Michael GarridoIf I am a smith, you are the fireworks waking my furnace.If I am words, you are the white silence embracing ink drops, giving them meaning from black chaos.Sep 25, 2017Sep 25, 2017
Michael GarridoMaking MovesI dreamt awhile of how to make my move: how lacing fingertips move down lascivious hips then move up to longing lips, making reckless rips…Aug 31, 2017Aug 31, 2017
Michael GarridoTo Wish Upon A StarStorm-tossed and lost, he wished for stars to seeJul 26, 2017Jul 26, 2017
Michael GarridoTo Dance With The DragonI chose the dragon instead of the bear.Mar 29, 2017Mar 29, 2017
Michael GarridoA Report from the Mirror’s EdgeThis is my report from the mirror’s edge, darling. So that we may balance on our saddle of haute perception. Let these words caress your…Feb 23, 2015Feb 23, 2015